Ala Capre

Ala Capre at Sct. Santiago Timog Avenue, Q.C

 Baked Scallops

5 Stars

 Baked Oysters

5 Stars

 Cheese and Shrimp Pizza

5 Stars

 Deep Fried Tuna Belly

5 Stars

 Sansrival with Cotton Candy on Top

5 Stars

Cheese Nachos

4 Stars

Kebab Factory

 Melon Yogurt

5 Stars

 Beef Kebab

5 Stars

Garlic Na'an

5 Stars

A Year Ago...

It’s been a year since the last emotional fiasco I dealt with. I don’t know exactly what to write or how to even start this entry but all I wanted is to share how far I have become since that day. I can say that I am proud of myself for not giving up on life and it may look like I almost did but seriously, it was just an accident… will get to that later.

The Heartbreak

Everyone in my circle knew exactly what happen, how it happened and what made it happen. I don’t need to get into so many details because it is really that annoying to even begin with. It safe to say that I fell madly in love to a stick figure with no soul, a man with no heart but just flesh, an entity not a human being. I am not bitter , I have forgiven him and I have definitely moved on. But reflecting on what happen, even if that schiz happened a year ago—that thing still fucks my being.

The Accidental Death

Shortly after the heartbreak disaster, my thinking faculty was impaired and was clouded with different kinds of emotions resulting to even bigger damages that branched out all over my system. I was not in my regular self and thinking and most of my decision makings are factored with senseless act of rebellion combined with carelessness and self-destruction. I became abusive with my health, unintentionally. All I have in mind is I wanted to run away from the endless pain I am dealing with. I am a lousy coward and I can’t deal with the truth. I am too numb to even feel a single ounce of care to myself. And then, shit happened!

Memories were blurry. I can hear sobs and I can smell fear. I can’t feel my body. I can’t move my hands. I can’t feel anything. I am grasping for air. I turned to my right side; my father was holding my hand. I turned to the left; I saw doctors and nurses rushing to put medical machines in my body. I saw my mom from the outside, she’s crying and worried. I closed my eyes and I prayed harder than I ever prayed in my life—God! Am I dying? Please, not today. I am sorry.

When I opened my eyes, I felt a sudden sting in my pulse. On that instance, I was revived. I pursed my lips and slowly carved a smile. I called my mom and tell her everything is gonna be OK. Despite of the weakness and the soreness, I tried to be cheerful to ease the atmosphere.

Soon the doctors broke the good news—I am alive.

Up to this day, the white walls, the metallic medical thingy, the needles, the pump, and the tube haunts me like a poltergeist in the night. I still shiver each time I am reminded of that day. But if God will ask me to do it all over again, I’d still want that certain part of my life because no matter how scary things might be, something great happened after. It changed my life and it made me stronger and I hope wiser.

PNE, PMC and Bulalo @ 70's Bistro

After 2 months of being the only "new" girl in Azkaban. We finally decided to have a little break from our tedious and mundane daily activities and watched Parokya ni Edgar slammed their drums and pluck their guitars. Me, not a total newbie from rock parties totally enjoyed the ear splitting sound from one of the greatest Pinoy Rock band. 

We were a bit early so we were introduced to this band. I didn't recall their names but they were really funny. Except that most of their songs are just ripped off of different pop culture songs from other rock bands. I hope they will not get in trouble for that because they are really funny.

At around 12 midnight, PNE were all set and really STARTED the night. I've watch them literally a hundred times and they really know how to rock the hell out of their audience.

It's a superb performance from Parokya ni Edgar. It reminded me why I simply adore them for more than 20 years. They're the first pinoy rock band that completely dazzled me during my growth years. I just couldn't find the right words to describe how good they are in their craft. They are just outstandingly amazing.

Chito sung two of my favorite songs; One and Only You and Sampip. It came to me as a surprise since they never really sing that songs during normal gigs. They also tried to commemorate The Master Rapper Kiko Magalona when they sung Bagsakan. It wasn't that flawless but I am sure, somewhere out there Kiko is smiling at them while throwing a ROCK ON sign.

I have enjoyed my night with the PMC group. Though there are couple of embarrassing moment that I did. (Of course, that was expected) But not to defend myself, but I think I am still at my well behaved self despite of the sheer drunkenness that shrouded me. I could have been much worst. *wink

To end the night, the Boss treat us out for a hot Bulalo near my place. We had a nice hot meal to sober us up (which is an epic fail for me). To sum it all, it's been really nice that we finally had our moment outside the Azkaban. I think this is one fun moment that I will definitely miss when I go back to where I am supposed to be. Half of me wanted to stay but the other half reminds me that I don't have a choice. It sucks but I finally get it.

ABE Restaurant

ABE Restaurant located at Serendra, Bonifacio High Street

Klassik Kare-Kare

4 Stars

Ginisang Mustasa

5 Stars

Da.U.De

After almost five years, I finally had the time to meet up with The Girls. They're my BFF when I was still young and well YOUNG. After a hearty lunch we decided to continue with our chit chat at Da.U.De Tea Lounge located at The Fort, Taguig City.

Mild Tea in Black Coffee and Creme 

5 Stars

 Mocha Cupcake

4 Stars

 Banana Cupcake

5 Stars

Classic Chocolate Cupcake

5 Stars

The Azkaban; The Tale of an Unhappy Soul

Three months ago I started working in Azkaban. It was a magical prison cell where compassion and self-worth is hard to justify and every moment you spend inside feels like eternity. The minute you set your foot on the ground, you can’t wait to take your step back. The Dementors will suck the happiness out of your system and fills it with misery and despair. So when it’s time to get out, you became susceptible to all kinds of pain resulting to emotional wreckage. Yet somehow, though wounded by despair, I still find reasons not to quit.

And now that everything is pretty much routine at Azkaban, I get a little bit comfortable with my new schedule and my prison mates. Though there are still boundaries that we haven’t cross yet, I feel less worried and more confident. But just as I am about to get too comfortable with how things develop, I received a very frustrating news coming from the Order. I am not really sure if I am allowed to discuss it here in the internet so I will not go with the exact details.

It was really frustrating and sad. I spent half an hour hiding inside the Room of Requirement and just cried my eyes out. I can’t find any damn excuse to pat myself at the back to shoo the feelings away. My brains went to overdrive imagining every possible vengeance I could do but in the end, I fixed myself up, let go of a long sigh and went back to work. My eyes were so puffy and my nose was so red from crying. I disregarded my shattered self as I talked to the Order and pretend that I am OK.

When I decided to go back to the corporate world, I open myself up to the possibilities of getting hurt again. I knew that I might end up with another company similar to The Empire. But I just can’t tolerate the stinking truth behind this world called CORPORATE. Behind the fame, power, money and glamour is a rotten ideology. I am happy; in fact, ecstatic with what I am doing there. That is why I never complain if I have to extend my working hours or even do extra work that is beyond my scope. I can say with absolute honesty that I have no regrets in exerting my best effort.

However, upon thinking it through, is it worth it? After learning the “news” from the Order, I feel like I was casted into twilight and thrown back to The Empire jack-assery all over again. It’s painful yet I have to deal with it every-fucking-day.

It’s a travesty and it’s hopeless. And even Harry Potter and his magic wand couldn’t ease even a nip of pain I am feeling right now. After all these years of staying in this world, I just couldn't be like them; like The Order or The Empire. Maybe, just maybe... I am not fit to be in this world. I just wish that I can stay sane, up until my contract ends.