My Cup of Tea

Oh my! Time really flew so fast..now it's September...in Western countries, this is the start of the Autumn season and in the Philippines, the start of the Christmas season (though in the Catholic calendar it's not actually Christmas season yet). With soothing Christmas songs started playing in the air, my mind transported back again to the most wonderful moment of my life in the province. This is my happiest season of the year!I always love Christmas because it reminds me of my  uncomplicated and joyful childhood, so many good memories and heart-warming thoughts. My mama is camera shy hehehe My Mama Quiet lunch with mama at Rai rai Ken Abreeza I'm just so happy despite terrible events that happened lately. I just try to ignore those ugly events and encounter with some ugly and ignorant people in the environment, I am looking forward for a wonderful holiday in the province. Chicken Teriyaki One of my favorite Japanese Foods, Californi

Where in the heck of the universe can we find pure love? Does it still exist? Lately, I became hooked with this new Korean soap opera aired at the Kapamilya network entitled Pure Love (its original title is  49 days ) . The plot is unique, far from the worn-out and boring telenovelas shown in Philippine televisions with its irritating forte  of rehashing old movies and soap operas. With Pure Love, everything is different, my fascination towards drama is revitalized once again. It is a simple story about falling in love...about coping with the lost love...about finding a genuine affection...about friendship.  Pure Love narrates the story of a beautiful and wealthy girl named Ji Hyun (Dianne Shin in Philippine version) whose almost-perfect life was shattered when she gets into a car accident leaving her body in a coma, it seemed she lived a life of perfection: lots of money, a company to inherit and a guy-next-door boyfriend she is about to marry. She was unaware with the

BRAZO DE MERCEDES, yum!yum! My cravings grew intensely everyday..am I sad?Hmmm..well, I think no...maybe I just want to eat and relax...in a cafe house, surfing the net, do some blogging and eat creamy carbonara and brazo de mercedes  while sipping green tea or apple cider tea or Passionfruit iced tea...whatever is available...to  remove some clutters in my mind... Just so severely tired mentally....and escaping to a cafe house I think is a practical alternative (since going to Europe is incredibly impossible)....I love carbonara and brazo..I am not really into sweets because I cannot endure the sugary taste. Carbonara is just right. Brazo is not really super sweet because it is primarily made from white eggs. I just felt losing my grip...and felt very tired undergoing the same scheme all over again. Why am I so submissive and gullible?Why I didn't learn my lessons? Maybe I should disconnect temporarily to allow some breathing space in my life...to sort out things s

Dreaming Europe! ^______^ With the never-ending case assignments in the graduate school and boring life in the office, I am contemplating to escape temporarily to a far away place. I'm feeling exhausted and worn-out that dreaming to be in a quiet, magnificent and tranquil surrounding seems to be a perfect idea to remove the clutters in my mind. I struggled hard to make my day in the office lively and vibrant to save what is left for my energy but towards the end of the day, weariness was all over my system, so tired that my stomach grumbled terribly at midnight. I did not eat much for the past weeks, my appetite seemed shut and my thoughts flown somewhere. So many worries, concern and disappointments lodged inside my brain. Worries about what's coming-ahead, fear of acquiring dreaded disease and certain frustrations felt like blaring machines deep inside. So to avoid burying myself deeper into emptiness, I made an effort to dream wonderful things beyond definition----g

Last night, after doing my usual nightly routines--- writing reminders in my small notebook ("things to do" list for the next day activitiy), listing down the expenses I incurred in a day and reading notes ---I spotted an old file about the Personality Test/PhD Certified Premium Test I took four years ago, so I pulled the report and re-read the contents and very amused--- again.lol! IQ Score: 120 J ust could not believe it and not quite sure what it meant, it was just generated anyway after I took the 40 minute-test, I don't know how it happened and how I answered the questions but I really hit this score, yaaay . haha! According to the report, this IQ score is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions I answered correctly. Ever since I was a kid, I love trivias and quizzes.  So based on this score my intellectual type is INSIGHTFUL LINGUIST ! Which means I've the natural fluency of a writer and the visual spatial strengths of an artist a

Today is not just an ordinary day... M y home town in Surigao del sur is celebrating its annual fiesta and unfortunately I couldn't  return home, time is so limited. So I just reminisced the days I was with my family enjoying the celebration...the foods, the entertainment, the laughter, the fun... But I did not only spend my day reminiscing the good old times, but with something worthy too. Just this morning, a friend told me that Grace, our former colleague, is confined in the hospital again, so we agreed to visit her. After attending my 1:00 pm class, I joined my friends at San Pedro Hospital...we slowly entered the room. There...I saw her lying in bed with some apparatus attached...I felt a slight lump in my throat upon seeing her  that way. She lifted her eyes and acknowledged our presence and drew some smile in her mouth...she blurted few words and went quiet, then drifted to sleep. I took a deep breath and threw few glances to the container below her bed where the wa

Spending quality time at Abreeza last June 21, 2011. Kathy, Juvy, Helen and me How would you know if you have supportive and true friends in your circle? Well, it's when they act like siblings more than friends, whose affection and level of understanding transcend expectations, when the sincerity of friendship is truly felt and when the care is always there despite distance and time that divide your existence. And that's exactly what the friendship of Helen is all about, whose generosity and kindness made me think I am valuable as a person. She is just one of my fewest friends who can tolerate my stubbornness, who really  accepted my shortcomings and who gave me moral support during the lowest point in my life. But she would rectify me if I did something wrong or if she thinks I am going down below to what is being expected in a person which I appreciated very much. Friends should not only there for you in good times but also through bad times, somebody who would n