Friday, March 27, 2015

It's Beach Season Again!


It's not like we aren't able to go to the beach any time of the year, unless there's a typhoon; but March to July is the period most people prefer to go, isn't it?

So it's March, and all I can think of is the beach.

If you knew me five years ago, you'd know that I was at the beach at least three times a year. But things happen, life changes...

At the beginning of this year, though, I promised myself that I would go on at least one trip (alone or with a group, but preferably the former) before June. Well, I've reached my quote when my family went to the wonderfully isolated black beach somewhere up north.

Here's the exciting thing (at least for me): I've got another beach trip scheduled in a couple of weeks!

Friday, January 23, 2015

Black Beach at the 'End of the World'

Last weekend, my family went to a friend's place several hours north of the city. While the drive was long and temporarily stressful when the three kids got grumpily sleepy, it was all worth it.


Truth be told, I had cold feet the night before. It was the first time we were going somewhere as a family without mom. I couldn't bear the thought, but my sister talked me through it.

And well she did.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

I Think of You at the Oddest Moments, Mom

You've been gone for almost two months now, and I can't say it's been easy, nor can I say that it's horribly tough. I suppose it's because of the difficult time we had since we learned that you had cancer late in 2013. No, difficult doesn't even begin to describe it.

I thought that your passing would be easy, compared to others, since we were "prepared" for it. As it turns out, we weren't.

Now that you're gone, I think of you at the oddest moments.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Craving Cyma

It's one of those days - or weeks - when I just feel hungry all the time. Right now, all I can think of is Cyma. The last time I was there was a month or so ago, and these are what keep my mouth watering.

Moussaka and rice-stuffed roasted bell pepper

Greek Salad
Nothing more to say.

In case you find yourself craving Greek food, though, check out their menu here.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Of Audio Jacks, Food, and Christmas Bazaars

It's that time of the year again, when the city streets are lit up as if there were no tomorrow. Christmas songs are played in every restaurant, coffee shop, and mall - practically everywhere you go.

I wouldn't have dared to go out on a Friday afternoon during this season, especially on a payday Friday, but my sister was in town so we spent some time together.

First stop: lunch at Wee Nam Kee, my favorite stop for Hainanese Chicken (not that there are a lot of choices here).

Roasted Hainanese Chicken
Next up: look for an audio jack (long story), to no avail, although a musician friend might just have one.

Monday, November 10, 2014

An Afternoon at the Chelsea Market & Cafe Serendra

For the second week in a row, I've been waking up from hibernation. My Saturday was actually rather busy - two meetups in one day; and for me, that is a huge deal!

First stop, Chelsea Market and Cafe, although I did make a quick stop at the bookstore to check if they had the 2015 A Song of Ice and Fire calendar and Patrick Rothfuss's Slow Regard of Silent Things. I did the find the first (yay!) but they didn't have the book.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

My Dermcare Hair Rebonding Experience


Dermcare is probably not the first name that comes to mind when looking for a salon to get your hair rebonded. In fact, I had never considered it till I saw a standee at the new Alphaland Building in Makati.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Why I'm Collecting Stamps for a Coffee Bean Journal

I don't normally participate in the yearly 'collect stamps for each purchase and get a journal for next year' campaigns of coffee shops.


One reason is that I feel I spend more than I would if I just bought a journal. Another is that I end up not using the journal anyway; and most of the time they don't look good.

Monday, October 27, 2014

I've Been Down This Road...



I remember back in high school/early college times when my Mom would be singing and dancing to this song; she was obsessed with Ally McBeal, and I just didn't get it!

A decade or so later, I finally started watching the series, and boy, oh boy...

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Why "Jogging" Is Like Formula 1

I say "jogging" because I technically walk briskly most of the time. I have never been a walker - not the the type that bites people and turns them into moving corpses nor the type that goes on foot.

Recently, however, I have been trying to do some things that I have been saying - for the longest time - I would do. And walking is one of them.

The most conducive place for this activity, at least for me, is Legazpi Park, where there is a jogging path. It's not that big, but for noobs like me, several rounds of brisk walking, with intermittent jogging, is enough.

Where does Formula 1 come in?


I'm the Marussia (more like Sauber or Caterham, actually) of the Legazpi Park jogging path.

Round after round, I could hear fast, heavy steps behind me, making it mandatory for me to stay to the right so they could pass.

Just like those F1 teams, I get lapped. Lap after lap.

Except that I get lapped in the second round, and I haven't done more than four rounds.