Martes, Marso 25, 2014

#2

Furious as I woke up this morning still feeling like crap after the recent events. I know, you should not allow other people to mock you or even break your personality but nevertheless there are times that things just sink in and gives you a reality check.

Last night my friends and I met someone who I was bordering to likeness but then I got tired because of the cat and dog drama, so I stopped the effort because I realized I was feeding someones ego humongously. It so happen that within the cafe someone knew somebody and so we were a bit constrained with our topics at bay considering that we don't want others to know our deepest darkest secrets. All along the conversation I, from time to time was commenting on someones hair even occasionally messing it up for the fun of it and even asking about the story behind the scar suggesting that with the advent of modern technology it might get fairer with the use of laser. My friends, someone and I talked for hours enough to call it quits by midnight like Cinderella on the run . On the way home my friends told me that I was touchy touchy that somebody kept on checking on us. I defended myself that it was for the fun of it with no hidden agenda and was nonchalant about whatever somebody would think knowing that my intentions were pure. However I did not succeed with my rebattle.

Lunes, Marso 24, 2014

#1

Today, I went to work late and that was done purposely. I was on my last set of exercises when all of a sudden, my heart raced, my eyes dilated, my hands trembled, and worst I was sweating like a pig. 

For the past three weeks I have been coming to the gym before the sun rises instead of the late night sessions. Aside from being super tired from work, I do not want to wait for my turn from the sweaty machines of hardcore gym addicts or feeling macho men. I do not understand why some guys would look at the mirror after three sets and check their arms and abs. "Ahmmm, excuse me Sir. It takes time to form some muscles worst  shape your abs. But I have a shortcut if you're interested. I can give you a juice full of Entamoeba to give you several episodes of vomiting and loose bowel movement to the point of severe dehydration. By then, your abs will show and your muscles will appear." But I refuse to blurt out my thoughts in the open afraid they might find me weird. Besides most of the people in the gym are only dreaming, all the wanting of having a perfect body but keep on complaining of the process it entails. 

Lunes, Pebrero 17, 2014

The Dong Juan Experience

We were curious about the restaurant located at the third floor of Abreeza frequently flooded with customers. And you wont miss the warm Chinese man in front of the door, inviting passers by to try his cuisine. I, being a mall rat and a lover of food together with my friend, Myk, tried out their menu one cold night after salivating from book sale at Fully Booked. The excitement have caused us hunger pangs that we were looking for affordable dining. And here are the pictures...



Kalamansi Blush is a weird concoction. For someone looking for an exotic drink, this can be reconsidered

Dining 

the Room inside. A minimalist feel.

Lemon Iced Tea - tasted pure instead of commercialized



Green Salad in Vinigrette. The portion is big but I wish the vinigrette was more.


Miyerkules, Pebrero 5, 2014

Organic Living

In the advent of fast food chain wherein globs of fat is already available for your heart and arteries that will definitely shorten your life, My friend Myk and I started to cut off our calories and its high time for me to get serious in my gym sessions. A week ago, Myk came across pictures of food from his facebook friend. Our curiousity led us to a place reminiscent of the Bahay Kubo song. Welcome to Balay Bukid where everything reminds you of your childhood and the place speaks of Filipino ingenuity. The rest of my moments will be told through pictures
Basket Ceiling

Dining Area

Recycled Bottle Walls

Tetrapack for placemat

Art for Arts Sake

Miyerkules, Nobyembre 20, 2013

Darcy and other stories


Darcy, not in Bridget Jones, is one of the new places in town. DARCY Coffee.Tea.Panda is located at Door 4 Lucita Building at Corner Lapu-lapu and Sobrecary St. just a block after Ginos Burger. This was recommended by my niece because of the ambiance and food.

For starters, we did not have a friendly beginning. Three weeks ago we decided to have our dinner in the area, telling my parents and my niece to go ahead since I was still strolling around the mall. After 45 minutes, my friends and I arrived in the area with my parents furios and my sister already complaining. Almost an hour had passed and still our food has not been served and to think they were only us and another set of customer at the other table. Because our hunger pangs were killing us, we decided to ask permission to our mall purchased mangga and bagoong.

The place is indeed was full of pandas. It ever got me thinking if the owner was a member of World Health Organization and has a strong advocacy for Panda protection.

Whats your order?

Happy Area

You can wear the Panda head rest

A room with a view

Sabado, Nobyembre 9, 2013

French in the City (Au Francais)



Social media has greatly influenced humanity in our global community. We have the netizens who painstakingly observe the events transpiring over the world wide web. Take for example being tagged by your facebook friends of their whereabouts, recent activities and my favorite, food. 

I made a commitment to seriously count my calorie intake and get with my fitness. However there are times that my commitment is broken take for example last night when my good friend, Jayson Joyce tagged me of an exotic sounding entree only upon perusal that it was from a newly opened French restaurant. 

And so together with my best bud, Michael, our curiosity led us to this quiet and cozy place called Au Francais (pronounced as Oh-Fron-say, which I had trouble saying) located at F. Torres street, cor. Pardo Tavera st, just after Phoenix Gas Station. Dress inappropriately in shorts, we were greeted by the welcoming owners, Bonjour! which took me some time to process and replied: “hello”. Due to the ongoing typhoon, there were only two customers around. We were directed to our dining area and seated comfortably. The place was filled with French posters and to add up to the ambiance, foreign songs are aired which brought back old movie memories, Audrey Hepburn, Cary Grant and so much more. Because of our supposedly commitment to fitness, we only ordered a few entrĂ©e and a salad. And since the Europeans enjoy alcohol, we tried a serving of their Mojito – minty and with a hint of alcohol.

Classic Mojito


Our food started with food compliments – Liver Spread which gave me a morbid recollection of my medical school days and from watching Hannibal. 

Get some liver into it




Then came our salad, Tomato and Avocado which surprisingly the vegetable bits came in crunchy and the cucumber tasted well.


The Tomato and Avocado Salad

Sabado, Oktubre 19, 2013

The Ugly Duckling

I was born different. When my sisters skin was white as now, mine was the color of soil granting the title: "Anak ng Lupa." Even though the world awaited for my arrival, I came short of expectations. My mother was in labor for several hours bearing all the pain while my father was outside the delivery room, disturbed yet excited. They showered me with all the love even waking up in the wee hours of morning just to check if I have acquired any insect bites.

Growing up was quite a challenge. As my sister blossom into a beautiful princess. I remained to be ordinary, lanky with crooked teeth. Jokingly, my sister would tell me I was found at a garbage bin, crying, alone and my parents were kind enough to give me a life. In reply, I told her you were found on the river bed! Sibling rivalry at its finest. Few years later, my mother bore another child, unexpected, as our age difference was a decade. But it brought me pure joy to have him. The teenage years have been a struggle, as my friends and classmates were changing for the better, I remained platonic, with even darker skin due to swimming and my tooth enough to open a soda bottle. Worst, when I was mistaken as a cousin while my younger brother and I were walking around the mall. It was hard to go to school, it was difficult to go on relationships and even harder to build friendships without being insecure. Self-esteem was plummeting and I have to go on living despite the hardships. I was contented of being a wallpaper slowly fading away in the background. I was judged by my appearance, by the clothes I wear, by the choices I make, by the life I had. Even my bestfriend was rude enough to leave me out in the open instead of supporting me. To each his own. And so, it doesn't come as a surprise when news of school shooting or teen suicide surfaces. I almost reached to that point but my gut was telling me otherwise. My parents never left me even my sister was there to support but at this age you try to sort out things within yourself. You try to tell the world that I can surpass these challenges while slowly being destroyed inside. You remember the faces of those who mock you at night, you try hard to find solutions for people to accept you as who you are and worst, there are times you rather stay in bed than pretend to be alive in a living world. You try accept things as they are, pretend to be unaffected even when it hurts, like a bulletproof blocking all the momentum of sadness in the hopes that one day this will end, the torture, the drama. And yet that day never came but instead gave me the realization that life has more to offer. I decided to focus all my energy to what I was good at, swimming and sciences. I began to take care of myself and subjected myself to years of braces. I realized that you can converse well with braces and it gives you a sudden shift with your status.

I went to college leaving the past behind, hoping to have a better life. My features improved, my teeth straightened like that of a toothpaste ad and life seemed to get better. College life was rather liberating, people was less conscious of their appearance and was banking more on character. I became more productive, more active and popular. I became the subject of rumors, a ladies man, instead of ridicule. So this is how it feels to be the center of attention. It became a daunting task to maintain peoples perception of me. But I have been to that road of uncertainty and I am not willing to go back. And instead of going back to my old self, I remained true to my values and followed my new principles. And life became manageable.

Life is indeed a balance. The people who have mocked me and hurt me for quite some time has spiraled to the worst. Life, has its own weirdness of letting you realize that everything shall pass, that life is a cycle, what is up must come down and vice-versa. Karma has its own way of pacifying people who has injected a lot of negative energy in this world. And I have no plans to reiterate. I must say this journey of mine involved people whose hearts of gold will never be forgotten. Life requires you to stay strong if needed and accept defeat as they come. We learn from our mistakes and we learn from other lives. And whatever turnout you'll have should not be the fault of others for we have the power to choose. Life will never be perfect but we have all the reason to live a life we truly deserve.

Linggo, Oktubre 13, 2013

The Conjurors

The Sampaguita Gardens located in New Washington Kalibo Aklan is home of Precious Moments creator Samuel John Butcher. Never in my life, I have seen hundreds of dolls in various colors and sizes. Luckily, they arent porcelain hence they are pleasing to look at. We arrive at the museum/park/manythingscanbedoneinthearea at night after negotiating with three tricycles with round trip prices ranging from P300 to P600. We are locals not tourists but nature has its own mysterious ways and we were able to get a roundtrip fare of P250. It was worth the ride and worth the visit despite the fact that we werent aware that the owners house can be visited up to 7 pm. And the P50 consumable entrance fee was an added bonus. The Christmas Museum was closed hence we still managed to have fun. (pictures copyright-ask permission pag may time i repost)