Pretending Summer

My life philosophy is that one should play for the inspiration to work. Then again, that may just be me trying to excuse my procrastination by turning it into something pseudo-profound. But experience and self-help books are likely to support this, which is why I have become the kind of person who welcomes any break from the mundanity of routine (alright, this isn't completely true). The point I'm driving at isn't really a point. I just wanted to explain why despite the mounting pile of work to be done this week, I still had the nerve to head off to Tagaytay and Enchanted Kingdom last Sunday.

Relatives on vacation were down to their last day here and my 11 year-old aunt (I come from a big family; age-relationship mismatches are common occurrences) specifically requested that we bring her to the only decent theme park around. We dropped by the restaurant of a family friend first where not only did I get to see the kitchen, I also discovered that the specific apple pie I've been searching for for four years are made and distributed by them. Fate has a very interesting way of satisfying my gastronomic cravings.
So I think I'll let the photos fill you in on the details. Et cetera, et cetera.










Cheerios! ♥

All Good Things

I'm not the sentimental kind of person so Valentine's Day has never been particularly meaningful to me. I've got to say though, the best thing about the 14th is the abundance of sweets all over the world. Oh, and the love emanating from just about everyone (cue applause). ♥

For this year, there were cupcakes abound, plus a very quaint fondant cake from The Sister's boyfriend. These Tequila Rose Valentine's cupcakes (which we got from my cousin) are so adorable, no?






Happy Valentine's day, kids!

Southern Child

It's funny how when you really think about it, the memories you have and are nostalgic for are often very romanticized versions of reality. Not that this is generally a bad thing, but it's disorienting when you finally realize that things aren't all you remembered them to be.

I grew up in the southern part of Manille with the same kids I spent more than half of my life with. Though I will always think of high school as the pivotal years of exploration, creation and formation, it's also very interesting to see how far I've come since then - the annoying, angry, pseudo-rebellious teenager has now grown into the simply unpleasant person that I am now! Kidding aside, the sad thing about this is that for the most part, we've all become so different that it's hard to feel around in the dark for the things we still have in common. Nevertheless, I will always welcome every opportunity to hang out with the kids I grew up with.

Last Sunday was one such opportunity. I traveled back south for a graduation-slash-birthday party of a friend. It feels good to be back in the same place, with the same people. Which leads me to believe that no matter how long I'm held hostage in the north, I will always be a southern child.


On that note, most of my high school friends have already graduated while I'm stuck swimming through the murky waters of yet another year in college. I'm not complaining too much, though. I'll be holding on to the last of my justified parasitic existence for as long as I can.

Cheerios! ♥