pocket thoughts : a fri-ex-nd and dogs

He has been going about wanting a dog for quite some time now - simply because, he wanted to have one. Then, maybe, he wanted to make his decision more plausible and reasonable, he added with this thought : "I am responsible, but a dog will make me even more responsible." Wait, what? My brain had to suppress a laugh right there. I never knew the dictionary defined responsibility as being associated with the canine clan. Or maybe I am just taking things too literally and that, this friend of mine, is partially retarded. So yeah.

pocket thoughts - Bogart's B's

Lately, I have been ogling three B's I would so love to visit - Batanes, Bali and Bangkok. Ooohhh.. the things I would do once I step on these magnificent islands. I can just bum all day, everyday!

Laugh it off!

There are days when life throws you a mighty great deal of curveballs. You would hope that these were made of white, puffy, cold slurve of balls that once it hits water, melts. But no. It annoys, iritates, and if it still hasn't pushed that many buttons in you, can be very maddening. Oh well. The many perks of being a human.

On the flip side of things, not all curveballs must be dealt with pessimism. Take for example my breasts. Yeap. You've read that right - "man" kind's fetish; the branding Victoria Secret models advertise; the perky lumps Fergie was telling us about while listening to "My Humps" back in the day. Breasts. Boobies. Tities - however, you want to call them. And for a 12 year old with some pretty valid self-esteem issues, it just didn't mesh well with me. You see, I found it hard to be comfortable with my body knowing that come summer time, I won't be able to get away with a 2 piece bikini swimwear without people noticing my not so endowed chest. Kimonos did not exist back in the day nor was I informed about maximizer bras to enhance what little assests I had. So what I would wear at the beach would be these :

- shorts
- oversized tshirt
- regular bras

It was horrible. Not only was I uncomfortable, I was unknowingly destroying the fabric of my essentials. For one, wearing shorts to the beach and having them wet tends to corrode the zipper - making it harder to zip them once it dries. Two, soaking an oversized shirt at the beach can weigh you down while walking around after getting the dip. You have to wring the sides of your shirt, thus, damaging it even more. Lastly, regular bras + salt water is never a good mix. You are damaging the sensitive composition of your brassiere giving it the "bacon strappy" look after drying it. These 3 essentials must not ever, EVER, be worn while getting soaked at the beach.

Overtime, I grew more conscious of the clothes I should wear and I lived vicariously through the pages of the magazines thinking I will never get to have the exhilirating feel of being comfortable in my own skin. But thank God I got off the cycle. As I grew older, I met different people who later on became my inspirations to challenge myself and outgrow the entire phase. I started purchasing bikinis, I was getting comfortable wearing bras with baby tees (Thank God and lingerie companies for maximizer bras), and I was enjoying being a flatty. How did I manage to outgrow that? Well, I used the assets that I had and leveraged on them to amp up my confidence. I am tall, fair-skinned, I have a well-shaped butt, I have manageable muffin tops and I am smart enough to know that I may not be the prettiest, coolest nor the best - well, who's competing with who actually? And I just don't care.  

Now I am able to work with what I have. I know my body well enough that in a hindsight, I can judge whether those pair of bikinis will fit me well even when I am just scanning pictures online. And on days when I just don't feel like being on top of the world, I know how to rock the bum look without looking like a trailer trash. 

I hope kids these days would embrace INDIVIDUALITY more. I hope they will be smart enough to understand that FITTING IN, IS ALL CRAP. And STANDING OUT should never scare the bejesus out of them. And to understand that it's okay to be DIFFERENT. Because being different does not mean being and outsider. It just shows that you have something else to offer to the world. A refreshing idea, a brand new take on fashion, an innovative ingeniuty that can either  make or break the future. So, if you're in a crossroad of not knowing how to be okay with who and what you are, laugh it off. Trust me. Come tomorrow, you will just think it was all silly worrying like hell about it. :)

On the Menu : NEW ORLEANS

New discoveries are best shared when you're out with the people you call home. Me and my bestfriend Jing took a Sunday night out with no major plans in mind. Come grub time we decided to get ourselves some baby back ribs from Casa Verde. But as per usual, the place was crowded and already had 13 groups on the waiting list - putting us next to never in getting our dinner on time. So, we checked out Ayala's attic (I honestly have no idea what that floor's called. I just kind of liked the "attic's" ring to it.)

Anyway, we chose this cool place beside the Seafood Grill restaurant 'cause it kind of looked new. It was a little quaint and unassuming for a restaurant in that area. And yes! Their menu had pictures of what our eyes can only describe as mouthwatering dishes of steaks. Meat. Hard core meat. 

We were ushered by very friendly waiters who made sure we had a table and chairs despite the almost crowded restaurant. As we were deciding which dishes to try out, I took a couple of mental notes with the place's interiors. They had a semi stage with a lady singer and a pianist, playing mostly jazz. The walls were decorated with festive masks and blings to give the interiors the jazzy vibe - typical of New Orleans. The staff were dressed with a plain white shirt and some denim bottoms. Nothing flashy, but functional. And the place can house, more or less, 10 tables. 

Now, as Jing and I settled on our orders (which was made extra harder to make considering the fact that we were both surprisingly hungry and every single food on the menu, plus the pictures, were just pure heavenly, that you wouldn't think twice of wolfing them down in a snap), the waiter promised us a 15-minute service time. Guess what? He came back with our orders in 10 - with full on plating and all. How did they manage to do that and not spoil the food's glorious taste and texture was beyond me. But hey! I am not complaining. Look at what we had for that night :



Salmon Ponchartrain




Chop Chop Ranch Salad




Famous Baby Back Ribs

 


Cold Lemonade

 Word to the wise: If you're a water person like myself, and is cutting down on soda and alcohol intake, drown your meat and salmon with New Orleans' cold lemonade. I swear it tasted like it was concocted straight from your very own kitchen. Plus, it was worth 105 php and you get yourself a bottomless treat! And speaking of prices, theirs is very competitive. Here's a run down with our bill that night:

                                            Chop chop Ranch Salad (half) - 180 php

Famous Baby Back Ribs (half) - 549 php

Salmon Ponchartrain - 420 php

Bottomless Lemonade - 105 php

I am no food critic. I eat, basically, any meal as long as it isn't stale nor puke-inducing. But given that I have already spent 20 minutes blogging my New Orleans' food experience, I'd say it was a 4 out of 5. The only miss were the interiors. They could've done something better to spruce up the place and probably rearrange the inner section of the area to make it more cohesive with the whole jazzy vibe. But for somebody who rarely experiments with restos but adores food nonetheless, I would definitely recommend it for you guys to try out. We were sated and extremely full and I would'nt mind going back there to get a taste of their other meals. Perhaps, some rib eye steak, eh?

everything retro

Okay. So if retro's all you've been ravin', lookin', breathin', wantin', then, you definitely have to check this one out.

http://newevolutiondesigns.com/50-hd-retro-wallpapers

(I am not coding the link in under a "here" or "this" word/s so anyone, including yours truly, gets to see this on print, and gawk on the amazing featured wallpapers - all in retro, or has been retrofied, if there's such a word.)

Enjoy your retro-day!

What To Read : Secret To Happiness

If you have been reading my recent posts via Facebook, you would notice that I have been quoting lines from books that I've read (or still reading) at the time. So, here's another roster of conversations from Sarah Dunn's Secret To Happiness novel, which, I think, will either crack you up or make you want to buttery-melt sigh with the simplicity of it. Read on.. 

[from page 153]

Chester (the dog) was lying on the couch staring blankly at the television, which was turned on but with the sound muted. His head was wrapped in gauze, and his legs were sticking out stiffly over the edge of the cushions in a way that suggested a cartoonish case of rigor mortis. Jacob (the 6 month old baby) took one look at him and burst into tears.

"My god, Holly, what's wrong with your dog?"

"He has brain cancer," said Holly. "I told you that."

"Yeah, but I didn't think it'd be so obvious."

[from page 222]

Mark went to open the jar of salsa but nothing seemed to happen. Then he really tried to open it, although he acted like he wasn't really trying. Still nothing. He tapped it on the edge of the coffee table a few times with a practiced air and went at it again.

"I don't need salsa," said Holly hopefully.

"Do we have a towel or something?" asked Mark.

Amanda handed him a blue and white striped dishrag she'd bought in from the kitche, seemingly for just this eventuality. Mark put the towel over the lid and braced the jar between his thighs. He doubled over and let out the kind of grunt one associates with powelifters in the Olympic games.

"I don't even really like salsa," said Holly.

Mark's face was red and the veins on his neck were popping out. "Why - do - you - do - this - to - me?"


[from page 227]

"I've been watching everybody as they parade in and out, the bankers and the anorexics and their grim determined faces, and thinking, this is not the way to live a life."
"What do you mean?" asked Betsy.
"Here's the problem with this city. There are too many people living in one place, and all of them are suffereing from excessive ego demands," said Lonnie. "The truth is, I want pretty simple things."
"Like what?"
"Like a grill," he said. "I'd like to have a backyard, and a grill, and a wife who loves me. Hopefully a couple of kids. And I'd like to live some place that fits me more, someplace a little more relaxed, maybe warmer, with things like bike paths and Little League games.  think I could get into riding a bike."
"What do you want to do? Workwise, I mean."
"I'm not sure it matters all that much to me, actually," said Lonnie. "I'll probably teach. I like it, and I'm good at it, so why not?"
"Right."
"I would like to clear one thing up," said Lonnie.
"What's that?"
"You probably think I've been asking you out because you're thin and pretty and all that, but that's not it."
"Why, then?"
"Because you seem like a nice person. A little, I don't know, maybe sad around the edges sometimes, but I can work with that. I've been sad before. I know what tha's like."

Lonnie locked eyes with Betsy. She held his gaze for a moment and then looked away, down at her hands, which looked small and pale against the dark smooth wood of the table.

"Even when you said no to me, you were always extremely nice about it. And so, I thought, you know, why not? Why not keep trying? What do I have to lose?"

"I'm talking too much," he said. "What about you, Miss Betsy Silverstein? Why in the world are you still single?" 

He Could Be...

To Ken :

I may not get the chance nor the courage to ever tell you just how beautiful you are; nor how you made my breath hitch, (literally!)the first time I saw you;
nor how I've always looked forward to every coffee break or lunch time, with the hopes that I might bump into you and how everytime that happens, everytime I see you walk inside the 4-walled corners of the cafeteria, time just seemed to miraculously move in a slow-fast-slow motion - which was very confusing but exciting at the same time.

I may sound like a love-struck teenager right now with all the "ooh's" and "aah's" a girl could ever associate this whole situation with, but just to get the message across (virtually, that is), you were the closest thing my 28 year old senses can compare to who and what a man candy should be.

So, here's a little something for you - made this whole thing up the very first time I saw you in training.


"He sat at the far corner of the table, with his head bent down, and hands clasped together as if in prayer. I noticed a sheet of paper, scribbled with words which I presumed were inconsequential. He wore a shirt that of gray and a pair of the usual, manly jeans which I thought were, "Baggy, typical."
As I was about to let my eyes wander onto the girl beside him, he gazed up. And looked directly my way. "Oh my God!" my mind thought. "What incredible eyes he had. Both expressive and tantalizing and... sexy as hell." I was stunned. I could not look away. He held me, right there, with just a stare. And as if he heard my rather not too innocent thoughts, he smiled. Dear God, he smiled. Why does he have to smile? And blush at the same time? Wait. Shouldn't I be the one blushing? For crying out loud, I am gawking at this man right now and he blushed?! As if being beautiful with the face of what my human mind can only compare to as being "angelic", he had to top it all off with that incredible, buttery, sigh-inducing smile? This is too much for the senses. A meltdown, I'm sure. As if on cue, the trainer adviced the class to take a break. I did. I got up and hastily went out to the ladies room."Breathe. Just breathe," I said to myself.

Basic Requirements for a First Time Applicant

This just came off randomly and thought of posting it for everyone's - or mine's, reference.

1. NSO-issued Birth Certificate.

- Please note that an authenticated Local Civil Registry-issued Birth Certificate may be suppletorily required if the entries in your Birth Certificate are illegible (unclear or cannot be read).

2. Any of the following supporting documents :

- Baptismal Certificate
- Transcript of School Records
- Form 134
- Voter's Certificate
- NBI Clearance

3. At least two (2) valid identificatoin cards :

- SSS ID
- TIN
- PRC ID
- Driver's license
- Voter's ID
- School or Alumni ID
- Company ID with employment certificate

4. Duly accomplished passport application form.

BASIC PASSPORT FEES:

a. Regular processing fee of P950 (30 working days)
b. Express processing fee of P1200 (15 working days, for OFWs with proper documentation only).

Department of Foreign Affairs (DFA) Cebu is located in :

4th Level, Pacific Mall-Metro Mandaue, U.N. Avenue, Mandaue City, 6015 Cebu, Philippines
+63 32 520 5898

On Higher Grounds

While trying my hardest to conjure a better title for this blog entry, I have found myself asking this very question - "Did I miss out on anything?"

Well, it depends on how you'd look at things. In my childhood, I missed out on sports - a lot. I had childhood asthma with me for almost 13 years and having that load plus taking care of two kids and manning a household all shouldered by my mom (my father was an OFW at the time), was no small feat. We didn't have any regular house help and there weren't a lot of sporting avenues back then. 

I didn't get to enjoy sleep overs during my teens. My parents abhorred sleep overs because of safety reasons. They just did not want us to get all "used to" with the notion of crashing to someone else's place just because. Talk about common decency.

I didn't get to travel a lot to provincial beaches during my early 20's either. Not because my parents disapproved of it, but because I did not have a job back then. I was still in school, finishing up my second course and was in preparation for the licensure examination.

But, did I miss out on anything else? I know I am right where I am suppose to be. Independent, empowered and full of life. I am just glad knowing that I won't be having sleepless nights because I worry too much of how and what tomorrow will be. I know I am better off without him. I don't feel exhausted, I don't feel scared nor unsure about things. I am exactly where I want to be.

Remember

  "Don't be sad. Remember, you need to surround yourself with good people so you can achieve a positive outlook in life. You're doing this for yourself. It's not a bad thing to do stuff for yourself sometimes."

Ironically, the very words you needed to hear, are the ones you've conjured in your head for a very long time. It got pushed back and muted because you are too concerned of what and who you might lose - despite knowing that he will never be worthy of you. Thank you, Jing. You truly have this effect on me. You just know how to make the obvious matter. How did you ever get to be so wise? :) 

What I know now

It may take a couple of wrong turns, broken dreams and failed attempts to realize the value of one's self. Trust me when I say this that the road to self-realization doesn't come easy nor does it ever end. Every single day of our earthly lives, we discover something new, something worth changing and something we should let go of. And right now, I have realized a couple of things :

..that the only people I can ever entrust my life to (for now), are my parents.
..Silence is not always a therapeutic way of communicating - it is a two way street that could either mean apathy or deep concern.
..People can be good, if they'd want to.
..There isn't such a thing as a bad day - only bad moments in a given day.
..Speaking up must be used with caution - for a drop of unsolicited idea can make or break you.
..Timing is everything.
..We make plans for ourselves, but there will always be a bigger plan to it all.

I see things differently now. I know, for sure, that I will be okay - no matter. So this is me free falling. Let's see where it will lead me :)

Project DIY : Beads & Boxes

For the past couple of months, I have been ogling DIYs and frosted glasses over at youtube. And whenever I get idle time at work, I jump at the chance of checking paper and beaded crafting, just to get more ideas. I can't really explain it. Crafting, to be specific, has become a haven to me. And I told myself I am going to start my crafting ASAP!

That's exactly what I've accomplished yesterday.

What you see is a non-sewn loot bag and a book, wrapped in mint paper and ribbon, to be given as a gift by my friend, Rex, for his friend's wedding come December 13, 2014. I used cuff links to bejewel the ivory cord and the ribbons, and reused a price tag to serve as a greeting card. Other materials would include : 
- katcha cloth
- Aleene's fabric glue
- origami paper
- wrapping paper in mint
- scissor
- scotch tape

So, what do you think?

And on a different note, I came across this article by HangingRice.com published via SunStar newspaper detailing the 7 Craft Stores one could find in good 'Ol Cebu. Please click this link.

and the journey goes on

"And so I'm back, from outerspace" - Boy, was this lyric very appropo. Nope. I did not invade any galaxy nor fought aliens from outerspace. Lol.  But am I glad to be home again. :)

So, how should I start this post? Well, let me just say that this verbaljunkie right here is definitely brimming with blogos-ophic thoughts to share. The past year and a half has been a whirlwind of surprises for me. A lot of unexpected things happened - both the good and the ugly, but in conclusion to that chapter? Life is just too damn beautiful to ignore.

Therefore, let me keep things to a minimum, for a now, and let us all bask in the goodness of life and the many lessons we all have shared in it. Good or not, things do happen for a reason.

And for some photo op, lookie :

brown oxfords - Lower East Side by Payless

setting boundaries

How I wish I had the very same remote control Adam Sandler had in that movie "Click". One can simply redo, undo and fore-do a situation in his/her life. But of all the many buttons that remote control had, there's this one that I would want to try in my life right now - slow motion.

Having lived a life of overdue bills, rush hour and rising quotas is insanely overwhelming sometimes. It is either you regroup your senses or lose hope altogether. This used to aggravate me - having no control over time and over numbers. However, when you isolate yourself from the many humdrums of everyday activities and stressors at work, you find a haven that allows you to breathe, lay back and care less as to how the outside world is reacting. 

What I have learned in my almost 2 months of hiatus is this: Don't worry over the petty. If it's something you can get by without increasing your blood pressure nor end up smacking the front screen of your door, by all means, let it go. As how Van Wilder simply put it, "Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but does not get you anywhere."

quirk trip

Wanting to be on the road means bringing just the right amount of stuff to get you by with any given scenario. You need to have the right set of shoes, clothes and a little dose of extra something to keep the whole experience worth the while. 

So, I happen to come across this little haven back when I was strolling the streets of Somerset. Describing the interiors as delish is just underrated. On top of that, they sell vintage-inspired items that are not only stylish, but surprisingly functional as well. Want to know what this mysterious, quirky, little shop is? My friends, welcome to Typo.

Photo blog in coming...

Snooze those little buggies away with this aviator-inspired eye mask

Travel documents in all sorts of mess? These stylish pocket keepers will surely handle that.

Now, I know that everything is digitally convenient with just a swipe of a finger. But this junkie right here still wants her thoughts "physically" tangible. And I picked not just one, but 4 designs out from Typo's wide array of binders and notebooks. 

Come on. What's a quirk trip without a dose of caffeine? This comic-inspired drowse buster will definitely put things in a creamier perspective. LOL

Whoever said that being a verbal junkie on the road would only necessitate the functional? I differ. I  have always wanted one of this dark-rimmed, wide glasses for the "effect". LOL

This brand does not only offer the best buys there is for the literary-inclined individuals or the backpackers who still want to exude glam despite the hustle and bustle of travelling. It also offers a plethora of goodies that can take you from your everyday trip to school or work and bring your journey to a much heightened level by bringing in a more personal touch to your experience. It's a paradise worth scouring. Try it and be Typo-ed!

the next WHERE TO

It seems to me that when somebody mentions the word "travel", we immediately assume International airports, immigration officers and more than a 3-hour flight across some place foreign. It stuns me that most of us would prefer getting out of our birth place rather than basking in a homey bliss of having to learn what our district, city or province can very well offer.

While my thoughts brought me back to my days in Singapore, I've realized that we need not have to be tourists in a foreign country to enjoy travel. It is all about finding out what's MORE in something you have seen a million times, and still find yourself looking at it as if it were your first. I must say that having lived my entire life here in Cebu, I feel I haven't been around much. Yes, I've seen the usual prospects: the malls, the tall buildings within Asiatown I.T. Park, the Fuente Osmeña Rotonda and many other known landmarks. But what I am really after right now, is seeing a much simpler, much smaller-scaled Cebu. I want to discover a coffee shop hidden in some not so famous subdivision that brews one of the best caffeine there is; I want to get my hands on Lapu-Lapu City's Ukay-ukay; I want to ride in one of Ceres bus liner's non-air conditioned buses and explore Cebu's southern region with non-commercialized beaches and food joints. 

I guess, I have reached another milestone with my blogging - well, more of a blinding realization really. While I don't mind taking my verbal senses to a much broader platform, I also would like to rediscover the familiar. Hmm.. This does sound like another plausible concept. (I am one giddy verbal junkie right now!)

And since I am all in rediscovering Cebu, here is a post I came across while doing the using humdrum of stuff in Facebook. Hope everyone gets to see Cebu the way she did. 

on the menu

Here is a blog post from callcentersphil that was downright hilarious and spot-on true. If you've been to the call center block, or basically anyone who has worked or is working in a nightshift job, then read this. 

A BURNED OUT CALL CENTER AGENT IN THE LAND OF WILLY WONKA

Image via Wikipedia

BURNED COOKIES

A recipe for a burned out call center agent

Ingredients

• 10 kilos of all the resentmentyou have ever felt in the call center but never expressedtowards those shrieking callers who have called you moron, idiot, and/or stupid, those racist customers who refused to speak with you, and those ungrateful ones, whom after you have faithfully helped to resolve their issues, taunted you back with insults, and in doing so, destroyed your faith in humanity.
• 10 kilos of all the bitterness you've ever felt toward those call center authority figures whom you have once respected but didn'trespect you back, who took advantage of your credulity and never appreciated your willingness to tear out your guts at their bidding, and in doing so blotted out your belief in the promise of reward for your sincerity and reliability.
• 10 kilos of all the revulsion you feel towards the circumstances that surround you, that scoffs at an attempt to promote righteousnessand instead rewards perversion, that mocks at honesty and ethical behaviour because "No one gets rewarded for being honest and ethical," and in doing so destroys itself.
• 2 cups of crushed and pounded belief
• 300 grams of ground sanity
• 200 liters of bile
• 1 tbsp of vinegar

Directions

Throw everything into a large vat and mix thoroughly to form a batter.Beat mercilessly until it is soft. Knead the batter with your bare hands and make a dozen of fist-sized lumps. Then shape them into the people you despise.

Bake in 2000 degrees of rage.

Orders, anyone? 

throw back

Everyone in the social media has been frenzied by #tbt - or commonly known as "throwback Thursday". Logically, you are supposed to upload and post pictures taken way, way back. You could either be this ugly duckling nerdy from highschool or a fashion victim back in your college days, or just about anything that would show stuff of you from a not so distant past. And since I am all for the quirks, I might as well jive in this trending topic that graces every Thursday. So here is my blog version of that.

July 2011 at Terra Manna Resort and Camping

Early 2011 at Chowking Mango

 strutting newly purchased bags from Sophie :D

my very first fling with my beloved "bangs" (September 2011)

Goldie's 25th birthday party (March 2012)

I know. It isn't that "vintage" so to speak. But it also does not defeat the purpose of me posting such pics. The faces may have been the same, although, others may have shaved their hair off and strutted the Ludacris mane, some have dyed their hair to such extreme colors that it almost resembled that of Phoenix from X-Men or, others have gone whiter than their skin complexion in these photos. Some have gone abroad to work. Others have sold the very outfits worn when these pictures were taken. Some have fallen out of relationships. Others are into new ones. One even got married! hehehe.

It's incredible knowing that what may seem all too the same in the surface may just be completely different on the inside. Sort of like munching on a chocolate doughnut and you expect to be hitting a much chocolatey-ER surprise center when in fact, it is minty in the middle. Shocking? Yes! However, yummier, giving your taste buds that extra twang. [I am not hungry. I am hungry. I am not hungry.] scratch that!Why am I always associating life's events with food???

I guess, in a way, pictures help us glide through life. It allows us to look back in the past, see how far we've come and how much farther we can go; to appreciate the good and learn from the bad. And most importantly, to treasure each moment that most often, we unconsciously take for granted. :D Happy Thursday everyone! Happy 4th of July America!

and the closet got bigger

I haven't been able to post any outfit shots so far. And it's as if I am experiencing a mental drought because of it. The stress of job hunting coupled with the everyday dilemma of making sure every dollar counts is making stuff here look mundane. Well, may be not all. hehehe.. 

I am trying to uplift my fashion senses before it hits the menopausal route. Google has been a good ally and provided me tons of possible avenues. But having strolled the roads and malls of Singapore, there is this one brand that truly stood out from the rest. It has not graced the beautiful province of Cebu just yet. Therefore, having this and Forever 21 around will create such a fiasco. It is priced a little higher than F21 is but it is insanely good. Fashionably delectable. It's F21's sister from another mother. [what the heck! I have been addicted to F21's fashion stylings since before and may have digressed to another love at this very moment]

You might think I am all just talk. Well, let the photos clue you in:

 First up:

FEMME FATALE

BEACH BUM

ROAD STOPPER

PRETTY AND PREPPY

DAY AND NIGHT

ETERNAL SUMMER

Wasn't that a mouthful?! They've got amazing shoes to boost. Now that's fashion overload. I am just so excited and been praying for dear old Cebu to have this wonder the soonest. As to the brand's name? Tee hee. :D

830 on a Wednesday

Man. It just feels good to wake up at a normal hour. Got some hot choco ready by the counter, some good old not-so-vintage movie playing over the screen and some chill out time by the sofa. Yeah. Life is good. Hope this stretches out longer than expected.

So, I really don't have much to say today but decided to upload some shots I took while doing the usual scheme here at Singapore. Oh! And food. Crazy hormones. 

Took this at Sentosa. Me, my brother and Ate got some good R n R and decided to chill out the rest of the Sunday at Vivo City/Sentosa. It is Singapore's "waterworld". So by that, you can pretty much conclude that this place will be loaded with parks and beaches. And it was crazy hot - probably after all the haze this place has been through, Mother Nature decided to throw in some extra UV here and there. LOL. It was manageable. and FUN! We didn't soak up in any of the beaches though. Being a true blooded Pinoy gives you all the "paradise" advantage any beach junkie could ever want. And if I were to rate it on a scale of 0-10? Man. Theirs would be a 1.5.  

Don't get me wrong. Singapore may be all clean and pristine. But their beaches? SUCK! What can I say. I got high standards :D

major YUM! I experimented with pancit - my Mama's forte by the way. And since I miss her so much and her cooking, I decided to get my hands grimy and try out on some good old fashioned pancit. Surprisingly, it turned out reallly gooooood! And since my appetite is all in a mess right now, I fried some chicken (they weren't half burnt this time) and top it all off with these humongous grapes I bought from my recent grocery shoppin'. I am just in 7th heaven! Who would've thought boredom could be so educational? and scrumptious????? :D

I have just finished watching the first 3 movies from the Fast and the Furious franchise. I don't know, but these movies have been a part of my growing up years. Although, I still won't try car drifting or get all involved with any auto scramble, still, the adrenalin gets you into the zone. As how Jessie explained it, "I don't know man. There's something about cars that calms me." So... looking forward to FF4 'til the 6th. This is what I call, movie bingin'.