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EAT ALABANG: JUST THAI


It seems like I’ve been eating thai food pretty constant. Ain’t it? No complaints though.

Crispy Catfish Salad is simply THE BOMB. Always loved this one. ❤

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Chicken Noodle Soup for Php 220 – I wasn’t able to try this but according to my sister, it works pretty well for her. 🙂

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Tom Yum for Php 200 – It is generously lathered with Seafood and Chicken. (Seafood, Clams, Shrimp, Squid and Fish)

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Moo Grob at Php 290 – Crispy Pork Belly.

2017_0417_14463300 Pandan Chicken at Php 310

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Pad Thai at Php 290

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Seafood in Basil at Php 300

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Sizzling Tofu & Mushrooms at Php 260

2017_0417_14491500 Squid in Garlic at Php 320

Happy Mother’s Day to these two. ❤

BOOK: NOVEMBER 9 by COLLEEN HOO


Goodreads: Fallon meets Ben, an aspiring novelist, the day before her scheduled cross-country move. Their untimely attraction leads them to spend Fallon’s last day in L.A. together, and her eventful life becomes the creative inspiration Ben has always sought for his novel. Over time and amidst the various relationships and tribulations of their own separate lives, they continue to meet on the same date every year. Until one day Fallon becomes unsure if Ben has been telling her the truth or fabricating a perfect reality for the sake of the ultimate plot twist.’

Ben’s mother killed herself because she had cancer. Ben’s brother is friends with Miles and Ian. Fallon was hurt during a fire that ben started.

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How would you like to be immortalized in a book? 

  1. Fallon’s mom was supportive of her decisions.
  2. How confident and charming ben is.
  3. How ben converse like in a book, a true writer. **SWOON**
  4. Love the idea of the whole pretend-in-a-relationship
  5. The idea of TATTOO on your wrist – right when you feel that you’re finally in love.
  6. Ben picking something from Fallon’s teeth – a gross thing but a sweet gesture when someone is in love.
  7. DYLAN THOMAS

 

 

  • The truth is an excruciatingly painful son of a bitch
  • Sometimes at night, I’ll rewrite conversations I had during the day, but I’ll change them up to reflect everything I wish I could have said in the moment.
  • You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.
  • She doesn’t hold a candle to you.
  • If we’re going to kiss, it has to be book worthy.
  • Using you as a standard is completely unfair to the rest of the whole female population.
  • Guys see boobs coupled with a great sense of humor and think they found the holy fucking grail.
  • Comfort can sometimes be a crutch when it comes to figuring out your life.
  • Goals are achieved through discomfort and hard work. They aren’t achieved when you hide out in a place where you’re nice and cozy.
  • Go easy on me. My heart is fragile.
  • I hope they laugh at you, fallon. If people are laughing at you, it means you’re putting yourself out there to be laughed at. Not enough people have the courage to even take that step.
  • I didn’t even know that kisses could really make eyelids flutter open.
  • You’re incomparable.
  • There will always be bullies, ben. You need to learn how to deal with them yourself. You need to learn how to not let them get to you.
  • If she’s not careful, I might just fall in love with her tonight.
  • He’s soaking me up like it’s a privilege rather than a favor.
  • I don’t want to be your first fallon. I want to be your last.
  • In the real life, you have to bust your ass for the happy ever after.
  • When you find love, you take it. You grab it with both hands and you do everything in your power not to let it go. you can’t just walk away from it and expect it to linger until you’re ready for it.
  • Im really in love with her. – like crippling, debilitating, paralyzing love.
  • the only thing not going right in my life is the fact that you aren’t a part of it every single day.
  • When you love someone, you owe it to them to help them be the best version of themselves that they can be.
  • Though lovers be lost, love shall not.
  • You’ll know, ben. When you’re willing to give up the things that mean the most to you just to see someone else happy, that’s real love.
  • You saved me the day we met, fallon.
  • Because I’m going to love her through every single one of them.

EVERYDAY: A Mother’s Love


And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

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It can get irritating how parents treat you like 5 year olds with a job. They can get repetitive in the most simple of things – Don’t wear shorts, Bring your sweater, Finish your water, Bring a towel, Don’t stay up too late, Don’t drink a glass given by a stranger, and so on. But you’ll miss it.

Mothers always worry. There’s no off switch. 

Mother’s Day with the most important woman to me. :)


Starting Mother’s Day by playing with my baby chili! :)) Image

And look how cute chili is in here.

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Especially when she toss and turn and adoringly scratch her face with her cute paws.

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We went to mass at Paco Church. It’s the feast of St.Pancratius today and it is also where my parents got married. It is pretty. :)) And pre-nup worthy!

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And had lunch at Emerald Garden! :))

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YUMMY. Cold Cuts as starter and a big bowl of seafood spinach. Veggies, squid and the very delicious steamed lapu-lapu. And after a very fulfilling lunch, we had sweets to carve off the lunch.

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Spottydog as they call it. Vanilla Icecream with chocolate chips. :)) and then, Yay! Shopping with ze celebrity for today!

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And we found Charlie! :)) Pretty finds and not so expensive. I want pretty dresses. Cotton on – Gaah. Everything.

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And an afternoon swim. :)) Too bad I had my period. I would love some cold water above my head. I want to bring j1 and my love here and swim. Hmmm. Schedule! 🙂

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Watching Batman for the nth time with the whole family. It is the only DVD left at the condo.

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My mom and her presents!.:)

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I love you, Mama! Happy Mother’s Day! :))

I hope that one day, I can be a reflection of you, mom.


If I only have a minute to live, I would tell my mom that I love her so much.

I will tell her that she’s pretty. She always has been. Even for her age. I will tell her that my friends think that she has blue blood running through her veins because she looks mestiza in her own way with a fair skin and a little dapple of redness in her cheeks and skin. I will tell her that she has a beautifully well-defined cheekbone and that although my siblings and I, including my father teases her most of the time because of her nose, it is one of her good traits and a magnet for compliments.

I will tell her that she’s my hero; my idol and that I look up to her. I want to be just like you, mom. I admire your commitment to your job. But I definitely advice you to take some rest – at least when it is on weekends and after office hours. I know that you want some self-fulfillment, being able to transform PAL into something better than how it was handed to you. You also need to set aside time for yourself. We want to be with you on weekends and it is okay to treat yourself once in a while. You should try new things and explore yourself more.

I admire you for putting up with Lolo Marcos. I am aware that he hadn’t made life easier for any of you. I admire you for stepping up, being the father of the house, for protecting Lola and for financially supporting the family and sending yourself to school. I am proud of you, of how long you’ve gone from being a piano teacher to being at the top of all the corporations you’ve been into.

Mom, thank you for everything. This may often be said a lot by children to their parents but I mean this from the bottom of my heart. I am grateful for everything that you’ve done for me.

I know that pregnancy equates to a lifetime worth of pain. But you chose to raise the three of us. With each pregnancy adds an inch to your hips but you decided to be healthy for us to be born bouncing and chubby babies. Thank you for bringing us into this world.

Thank you for always bringing me to the doctor when I have my asthma attack and for carrying me, even though I’m such a pig back then. Thank you for allotting your Saturdays with me to go to Dr. Canlas and for putting powder behind my back and everywhere else and for coming to my family days when I was in grade school. 

Thank you for being there and pushing me up when I’m down especially regarding my work. I know that I have been such a failure and you always made me feel that everything will be okay and that you were proud me, no matter what.

I learned a lot from you. From placing a pillow behind my knees at night, from always combing my hair, adding belt to pump up a look, putting color to my eyebrows, putting shampoo every other day, using petroleum jelly to moisten my lips and a million other small things.

I learned the difference from wrong and right, how to treat our house helpers, how to be generous and how to treat your colleagues. I learned that things may not appear how we want them too, but it is how God planned it to be and that for every experience, there’s a lesson that we can learn from.

I got my diction from you. I can still remember how you would always remind me to read the newspaper aloud every morning. I appreciate the times that you would come home and have a goody in your hands just because you thought that I would look pretty in that dress. Or how I would love a box of Tropical Harvest or a bottle of nutella.

I appreciate the times that you will skip work after I called you that I’m dying of dysmenorrhea, bring me hot compress and hot soup in the dorm and be with me until I get better. Thank you for always picking me up on weekends from the dorm and for always waiting for me to come home when I’m out late with my friends. I appreciate the times when you would swing by at Rada just to bring me dinner and check up on me. I appreciate the times when you would place cold towel on my forehead when I have fever.

I kept you awake when I cried at night, even now that I’m older; you still wait for me to come home. You carried me when I was a baby, even now that I’m older, you held me when I’m down. You taught me how to speak, even now that I’m older, you still teach me what and how to speak when I seek your advice. You taught me how to walk; even now that I’m older, you teach me where to go and which path I should take.

You may not be the coolest mom, but you were certainly the kind of parent that we need in order for us to grow in the image of God. And for that, I’m grateful.

But all of this won’t fit in a minute. So what I’ll tell her instead is that I love you. You are my heart. All of me wouldn’t be anything if it weren’t for you. You are the best mom and that I’m grateful for every single thing.

P.S. When you grow old, I will still accompany you to have your nails painted – I know that it is one of your joys.

Happy Mother’s Day, Ma! I love you! 

 

BOOK: Mitch Albom – For One more day


If you’ve read my previous posts, Judey and I went to MIBF – Manila’s International Book Fair. And we both agreed on 1 book. There it was on a separate stand, all in hardbound. Our eyes lit up. It’s a book. another best seller, I assume, or rather I hope. No, I know it will be since it is by Mitch Albom – The Timekeeper. If you’ve read all the other books that he has written, it is worth buying and definitely a must-read. Though he doesn’t write about  passionate lovers and all the happy ending of other non platonic love affairs,

he writes stories that matter – stories that touches your heart – stories that will make you sink in to your bed and reflect on your own life. and that’s what good stories are

They challenge you.

They make you think.

They make you question things.

They change you.

And now that I’m re-reading One more day, I’ve decided to at least try to write down all the times my mom stood up for me – if it’s even remotely possible to put into black and white the ‘bottomless well of love’ mothers have for their children, just as how Chick Benetto puts it.

As I am typing this very word, my mom opened the door and reminded me to sleep early, kissed me and asked me how my day went. 🙂 🙂

P.S.  I only noticed now that Albom wrote two books that I wasn’t aware of ; Fab Five and Bo. – I’ll try to look for it and read it. 🙂