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Late post: Cambodia Version 2.0


Early morning of October 18th, we checked out of Saigon Zoom Hotel and readied ourselves for the 13-hr bus ride that will travel Saigon to Siem Reap, past eight towns if I remember correctly. It was a true test of patience and calm, as we alternated playing iPhone games, napping, eating chips, taking selfies, and trying not to go crazy over the entire day we were confined in that bus.

The Meh-kong Expere-buss is no Hogwarts Express quality.

The Meh-kong Expere-buss is no Hogwarts Express quality.

The only highlight was when the barge our bus boarded to cross the Mekong Delta was hit by another barge, and we had a moment of shock and recollection at this near-catastrophe. Imagine being stuck in the farmlands of Cambodia half a day away from Siem Reap, and nowhere near Phnom Penh. Scary.

The murky and scary waters of Mekong River

The murky and scary waters of Mekong River

Mekong Express disappointed a bit, as the well-known and highly recommended bus company took almost 15hrs to arrive to Siem Reap, eliminating for us all chances of a decent dinner and some time to explore the city without feeling too violated from all that bus movement. We wasted no time, however, as we elected to explore Pub Street after arriving at our hotel, the forever loved Tan Kang Angkor, after a quick change of fresh clothes.

The energetic Pub Street! How I missed this town!

The energetic Pub Street! How I missed this town!

Our spirits were immediately lifted by the charm and vigor that is Siem Reap. The gang were quickly captivated by the very cheap prices and the ease by which the vendors would indulge our haggling. My fancy was caught by these Angkor snow globes that sold for a dollar each, which is unheard of since in Manila any paperweight that looks as pretty will fetch close to 3 dollars already. We went back to the hotel to rest after the much needed retail therapy, with promise of more to come after our Angkor Tour.

Siem Reap local fare up for haggling

Siem Reap local fare up for haggling

The next morning dawned glorious and perfect for a trek into the jungles of Angkor to visit the temple. We made the rounds of the majestic Angkor Wat Complex, the Central Angkor Thom Complex, the enigmatic faces of the Bayon Temple, the interconnected Baphuon, Phimeanakas, Terrace of the Elephants and Terrace of the Leper King, before dropping exhausted, cranky, and ready for lunch.

The majestic Angkor Wat

The majestic Angkor Wat

The ruins of Angkor Thom

The ruins of Angkor Thom

The enigmatic bas relief faces of Bayon temple

The enigmatic bas relief faces of Bayon temple

Ta Phrom was our post-lunch destination, and one that I’ve been keen on seeing again, since it’s the most unique. Howere, let me stress that the magic of all Angkor for me is the eerie stillness and unperturbed calm that’s prevalent every nook and cranny of the temple complexes, and can easily transport anyone back in time.

The mysterious Ta Phrom

The mysterious Ta Phrom

After the whole-day of trekking and puffing, we ended our tour at by Artisans D’Angkor, which is a few cartwheels away from our hotel, and saw the craftsmen who recreates the bas reliefs and preserves the ageless elegance of Angkor Wat. These are all artists who work hard at sustaining the legacy of Cambodian heritage — it was a joy seeing them at their craft.

An elephant carving gets polished at Artisan D'Angkor

An elephant carving gets polished at Artisan D’Angkor

Dinner that night was at this picturesque alley at the heart of Old Market called Khmer BBQ, and one of the most sumptuous and filling meals I’ve had. They let you cook crocodile meat, pork, beef, chicken, squid and pork in a Khmer-style grill, with soup broth and flour noodles bubbling at the side. As if you ever need rice from all those large portions, they offer the rice, vegetables and noodles for free and unlimited! I swear I could not stop eating. I was sweating, smacking my lips and munching non-stop. It’s supposedly good for two at 15USD, but the four of us were unable to finish everything.

Khmer BBQ: I daydream about this experience to this day. Sigh*

Khmer BBQ: I daydream about this experience to this day. Sigh*

We went deeper into Night Market afterwards, and I was treated to more bargain delights the magnitude of which I was unable to explore during my first visit couple of years back. It was truly a magical moment being lost in such a vibrant, good vibes city that offers cheap food and plenty of friendly people.

The festive Angkor Night Market: where foot massage, fish spa, and everything in between meet!

The festive Angkor Night Market: where foot massage, fish spa, and everything in between meet!

Siem Reap take-homes: scarves, spices, scented wax, balms, oil on canvass paintings, bags and haggling skills!

Siem Reap take-homes: scarves, spices, scented wax, balms, oil on canvass paintings, bags and haggling skills!

We dipped into Tan Kang’s lovely pool the next day, had lunch at an Italian place near Pub Street, and explored more bargain haunts in Old Market. It was a laid-back day to end a draining trip, and we couldn’t be any happier about how we were able to maximize each moment.

Our favorite alley at Siem Reap. Vintage!

Our favorite alley at Siem Reap. Vintage!

A lovely photo I took of heavy buddha masks along Old Market

A lovely photo I took of heavy buddha masks along Old Market

By evening, we boarded a tuk-tuk for Siem Reap International Airport, armed with many happy memories from this remarkable vacation. Until I see you again, Cambodia!


Hi bloooooooogggg!!!!

It’s been almost five months of no updates, and I myself half-wondered whether I’d be able to pick up the pieces of my online journal and find some semblance of a work-life balance. This week, the boss is out traveling, which provides me a bit of a breather and enough time to hopefully update what’s been happening since October 2013.

Essentially, Saigon and Siem Reap happened mid-October, my first time at Vietnam, and my second at Angkor. But it was a different texture altogether. Read on.

October 16 evening, we arrived at Saigon to the tune of “The heat is on in Saigon” and was immediately dumbstruck by how similar the place is to Manila, not to mention our digs while at the historic city being at an area reminiscent of Manila’s Avenida, did little to allay our first-hour jitters. The backpacker district Pam Ngu Lao is rich with food stalls, vibrant alleys bustling with restos deep into the night, and I’ve got to mention right off, it’s true what they say: Vietnam has the most amazing food. More on that later.

Pam Ngu Lao - Saigon's backpacker district

Pam Ngu Lao – Saigon’s backpacker district

We stayed at the obscure but nevertheless well-apportioned Saigon Zoom Hotel, a bargain find at P1,000 per night for two, sans breakfast. Since it’s Vietnam, we didn’t mind as there’s plenty of cheap, quality grub anywhere. Parisian Baguette became our first morning’s choice, which is a high-end version of Bread Talk, and speaks of Vietnam’s French influences. The view from the second-floor balcony is divine if not mismatched, with the streets of Saigon still showing French colonial architecture, while the roads thrived with the death-defying traffic notorious to Vietnam.

Dainty breakfast at Parisian Baguette

Dainty breakfast at Parisian Baguette

We had a simple plan based on a simple itinerary: armed with the tourist book I bought for Ruru, we were to map our way to all the tourist spots on a DIY effort, in a country that can’t be relied upon to converse in English. We found out soon enough that walking under the heat of Saigon required patience and endurance, but we were able to check the Reunification Palace, the Notre Dame Cathedral, the Saigon Post Office and the Saigon Opera House, and the People’s Committee Building off the list before ending up at Saigon Square for late lunch.

Notre Dame Cathedral, Saigon

Notre Dame Cathedral, Saigon

The opulent People's Committee Building

The opulent People’s Committee Building

We braved the heat and went for the famous Beef Pho in another posh coffee-resto smack in the heart of Saigon Square, still confused over the exchange rate between Peso and Dong. We were essentially millionaires upon landing at Vietnam, so half the time I was scared I would run out of bus fare to Cambodia.

After lunch, we explored the dizzying Ben Than Market, which oddly enough, failed to meet my bargain and retail expectations when it comes to clothes, novelty items and souvenirs. They did however, offered a myriad of exotic spices and some of the best coffee — these I ended up buying. Not bad for a day of city tour.

Indochine export: coffee and spices

Indochine export: coffee and spices

Minus the sudden downpour late afternoon and a some bad-romance moments finding our way back to the hotel after we lost our map, we finally ended up back at Pam Ngu Lao around 6PM. Exploring the Backpacker District for dinner became the evening’s quest, and there we were visually and gastronomically treated to Saigon night life. We bumped into this promising resto at the center of all the craziness.

What is Southeast Asia without the street food?

What is Southeast Asia without the street food?

In between snapping photos and trying to convert Peso to Dong, we savored some of the best dishes we ever tasted. We had Vietnamese spring rolls; I had this amazing stir-fried beef cooked in bamboo, Ruru had the steak of his life, Kathryn tried the spicy spareribs. It was magical, and we promised ourselves the next time we ended up at Saigon, we would spend all our allowance on food.

Spicy beef cooked in bamboo. Awesome flavors!

Spicy beef cooked in bamboo. Awesome flavors!

We walked a few more kilometers after t0 further explore the district, and true to form, were treated to exotic reptiles and arachnids swimming in bottles, and other sounds and sights far from what we’re accustomed to in Manila. Due to the volume of tourists, we did not really feel threatened, and the bustle lasted way past midnight.

As exotic as Saigon goes...

As exotic as Saigon goes…

Taking home a piece of Vietnam...

Taking home a piece of Vietnam…

We went lights out regretting only that we didn’t eat as much as we could, but even more excited for the Angkor Wat experience awaiting us the next day.

Food and Farewell.


The first weekend of September was a day reserved for my grade school gang as we assigned Saturday as a triple birthday bash for Kring, Shelly and Lab, and farewell party for Dhat, who’s leaving for the States in three days. It turned out to be a food, wellness, and farewells kind of day, with many life lessons in between chews.

Lunch was at Bulgogi Brothers, a rather high-end grill resto in Greenbelt 5 (with another branch at MOA) that offers prime beef cuts cooked by the servers in a smokeless grill on your own tables and cut up for you. The place is right up my K-Pop alley, with the audio blaring K-Pop tunes while the TV shows high-quality Korean concerts on perpetual mute button. The place is comfortable, well-lit, and looks posh.

Of the food, the elem gang opted for vegetarian fare and bibimbap that day. I am sharing the group pic as I was no longer able to take photos of the food.

Bulgogi sisters: Me, Kring, Shelly, Dhat, Lab

Bulgogi sisters: Me, Kring, Shelly, Dhat, Lab

However, on a previous date with Ru I was able to document the whole fire-meat thrill, and here are some pics:

Bulgogi Brothers: grilling quality meat..

Bulgogi Brothers: grilling quality meat. The side dishes are free and refillable

Dobu Steak: perfectly fried tofu doused with korean bbq sauce and beef strips. My favorite!

Dobu Steak: perfectly fried tofu doused with Korean bbq sauce and beef strips. My favorite!

After a while, our tasty beef is cooked!

After a while, our tasty beef is cooked!

The elem gang opted for dessert afterwards, and so we found ourselves within the burgundy and white enclaves of Bizu, that chic pattiserie house famous for its macaroons. We enjoyed being “candidly” shot while choosing our cakes.

Candid cake pose!

Candid cake pose!

I also arranged for the cakes to be decorated, as they said it’s free. To save time, we just asked for two: one for the birthdays and one for Dhat.

I think this is called the Yoga cake?

I think this is called the Yoga cake?

The Bizu blow job scandal!

The Bizu blow job scandal!

For the price tag of 180-250, I would say that you pay more for the ambiance and the branding in Bizu than the cake portion and the overall quality, since although the cakes look gorgeous and taste great, I can vouch for equally good cakes at lower cost. Oh well, the decor is perfect for photo backgrounds anyhow, so we wolfed our cakes down and walked around again.

Bizu's array of sinful cakes...

Bizu’s array of sinful cakes…

Save room for these macaroons! (Yuk)

Save room for these French macaroons! (Yuk)

The massage was an impromptu thing when we were walking towards the mall exit planning to go home. Turns out my pals in the medical industry were in need of pampering, so we tried out the nearby Nuat Thai.

Dinner was at Pancake House. Too much bloated and just needing to kill time, we ended up with more desserts: waffles, crepes and a pasta we shared. More heart-to-heart, haaay.

Pancake House: Banana Walnut Waffle. Yum!

Pancake House: Banana Walnut Waffle. Yum!

Pancake House's Grilled Chicken Pesto Pasta

Pancake House’s Chicken Pesto Pasta

Shelly, Dhat and I finally ended the day with milk tea at A-Gantea. My favorite is their signature bubble milk tea with white and black tapioca.

Night cap at A-Gantea! :-P

Night cap at A-Gantea! 😛

Another day spent eating, yay! 😛

Viking’s Buffet!


A few days after the Solaire buffet, I found myself willingly tagging along Ruru’s invite with Diche to try lunch at Viking’s, one of the metro’s more popular buffet due to the extensive array of food, coupled with all sorts of bottomless drinks. My coughing, mouth sore and fever having worsened, I prepared for the worst bingeing aftermath with the only consolation that it was a Friday already, which meant I can die over the weekend should the need arise.

As it happened, the stifling cold from Ru’s car on the drive to Viking’s already warned me off with some noticeable drop in body temperature, and I was unsure whether it was the anticipation, or the preparation (through starving myself by not eating breakfast).

Such early-onset shivers proved unfounded however, as soon as we stepped into the very inviting and welcoming food heaven that is Viking’s. The food on display was indeed extensive and the choices varied, the line-up of buffet flanking one whole side of the huge restaurant’s wall, with the Japanese station on one separate section.

I started off with Chinese, as I am still nursing pangs of remorse over skipping Fresh Buffet’s many steamed treasures, and availed myself some chicken feet, steamed prawns, dumplings and siomai. Viking’s array of Asian fare covers Japanese, Chinese, Korean and Pinoy, one long serving table after another, and I found myself overwhelmed. There were also some continental cuisines and baked dishes, pizzas, pasta and a Mediterranean section, but I was no longer able to take pics.

The cold cuts, charcauterie, and breads section was attractive, but breads seldom get attention at buffets. I snapped these and walked on.

Cute bread from Viking's

Cute bread from Viking’s

Cold cuts and deli section.

Cold cuts and deli section.

The Japanese section offered an enticing selection of sushi, sashimi and tempura, and if I remember correctly, the only form of rice I ate that day were from the sushi. I found their Miso soup in these cute ceramic pots very cute, sitting in hot water to keep them warm. I took the Chinese herbal soup for fun though, but I felt disturbed more than cleansed, ugh.

My Jap plate, yay!

My Jap plate, yay!

Miso soup in their own takure, how cute!

Miso soup in their own takure, how cute!

Pressed for time and lacking tummy space, we passed the Korean station, but was delighted to see they prepare Sam Gyeop Sal upon order. The usual chapchae, bulgogi, bibimbap and of course, kimchi were present.

Anneyeong! Sorry next time!

Anneyeong! Sorry next time!

Protein came largely in the form of the carving station found at the center of the line, where you have a choice of lamb strips or beef slices, which you can douse in your choice of gravy, tarragon sauce, red wine reduction or mint jelly.

There was a long table for salads and appetizers, of which I paid no heed. The star of this table must be the oysters as they always run out fast, but I am in no state to wreck my guts with shellfish.

Viking's appetizers, munchies and small bites section?

Viking’s appetizers, munchies and small bites section?

They have a fresh seafood station where you pick with tongs whatever and however much you like they will grill it for you and bring to your table afterwards. We asked for tuna panga and squid on our table. Succulent and yummy!

Tuna, squid and some naicha!

Tuna, squid and some naicha!

And then of course, there were desserts. Viking’s features:

A fondue fountain next to a crepe station.

Crepe master, and fondue fountains!

Crepe master, and fondue fountains!

Cakes, pastries, souffles, mousses and cheesecakes that will make you cringe.

Viking's desserts: as many as you want!

Viking’s desserts: as many as you want!

A halo-halo station and soft-serve station that you can top or toss in anything you like.

Halo-Halo station, yum!

Halo-Halo station, yum!

And an ice-cream station from which I thoroughly enjoyed their amazing Avocado ice cream.

That's avocado and mango ice cream, with a sliver of melon and some two-toned choco chips

That’s avocado and mango ice cream, with a sliver of melon and some two-toned choco chips

Equally tempting were the mango-sago and pumpkin leche flan.

Clockwise: White Chocolate Cashew Mousse Cake, Pumpkin Leche Flan, Mango-Sago

Clockwise: White Chocolate Cashew Mousse Cake, Pumpkin Leche Flan, Mango-Sago

I capped off with their delicious jasmine tea, while Diche doused hers with cream and turned it into hot naicha. Clever gurl. We went home bloated and happy. Price and quality, I’d say Viking’s trumps Fresh buffet by a notch, and Yakimix by a mile.

Busog-lusog bunch: Me, Diche, Ruru

Busog-lusog bunch: Me, Diche, Ruru

Happy eating!

Solaire’s FRESH Buffet


Despite being a foodie, I very seldom try buffets. Mainly due to lack of company, as I’m prone to be surrounded by people who prefer quality more than quantity. Which is why I had to physically and mentally prepare for two buffet experiences that happened to me on the first week of September: mainly because my mouth sore had blossomed into a full-blown cough with colds, and my tummy needs to stay healthy as it was a busy work-week.

My officemate Marj extended an invite from a friend who works at Solaire Resort and Casino to try FRESH Buffet for free. We saw a window of opportunity September 2, Monday night, it being a US Holiday and we can binge without being noticed by the folks in New York. We were all giddy with excitement, maybe because we seldom eat out together, and at such an upscale place like Solaire to boot; but more so since we all love the idea of unlimited food with no judging and no counting of calories.

My girl-power, buffet-lovin' team: Pam, Chan, April, Ria, Thea, Marj

My girl-power, buffet-lovin’ team: Pam, Chan, April, Ria, Thea, Marj

The place was spacious, elegantly designed, and mood-lighted; i.e. the buffet areas were well lighted so you can scrutinize the freshness of each item, but the dining area was a bit dim, presumably so you can wolf down food without being conscious. I skipped the artisan breads, cold cuts and Pinoy fare, and still ended up not reaching the Chinese and Korean stations. Pfft.

FRESH Buffet: Cold cuts and cheese section

FRESH Buffet: Cold cuts and cheese section

FRESH Buffet: Bread variants

FRESH Buffet: Bread variants

FRESH Buffet: Appetizers and Starters

FRESH Buffet: Appetizers and Starters

FRESH lived up to its name. The first thing I noticed was the abundance of raw food. I was gawking at the raw oysters, until Marj whispered that I can actually have them cooked by the chef the way I liked. Susyal! After a starter set of sushi, sashimi and miso soup (plus the most delicious Kikoman I had), followed by a plate of grilled salmon and lamb from the carving station, I trekked to the seafood section and plucked out several tiger prawns, a huge lobster, and crabs. The chef turned it into a lemon-buttered number that I could not finish despite eating only a spoonful of couscous for my carbs.

My FRESH: Lemon-buttered lobsters, prawns and crabs

My FRESH: Lemon-buttered lobsters, prawns and crabs

More FRESH: Succulent, baked oysters

More FRESH: Succulent, baked oysters

The dessert station was huge, and featured sweet and sugar-free options. They were all pretty to look at, but after trying on too many mousses and cakes, I felt like vomiting. It felt amazing.

FRESH Buffet: Dessert station with the giant fondants!

FRESH Buffet: Dessert station with the giant fondants!

My FRESH dessert, ugh!

My FRESH dessert, ugh!

Our new friend Ivy from Marketing even extended the invite to free drinks and bar chow at Eclipse, the bar beside the buffet, but we ended up declining, thinking of the backlog left at the office. Boy, we sure did worked a little more energetically when we came back!

Happy tummies!!!

Happy tummies!!!


End of August saw me and my college gang hooking up to watch On The Job, an action-suspense Pinoy flick that earned raves due to its well-executed scenes and glimpse into military corruption. All that aside, I’m here to document the food.

Lunch was at one of Shangri-La Mall’s newest restos, Corazon, Filipino-Hispano Cuisine. The place looked Hispanic indeed, complete with awnings and columns and the chandeliers in crimson and tangerine hues.

Corazon, Shangri-La Mall

Corazon, Shangri-La Mall

We ordered Paella Negra, a showstopper. The dish was cooked to perfection, and the serving was huge. I’ve had very few experiences with Paella, (if I remember the first time was at Banchetto, which does not offer much as it’s more food bazaar than Spanish elegance), but Corazon’s did it right: the texture of the rice, the flavor, the aroma, the perfectly cooked seafood, and the quality of the dish was A-plus for me. Only drawback was you had to wipe the ink off your lips every now and then as it’s distracting when making conversations. And in this group, talking never ends.

Corazon's Paella Negra, P495

Corazon’s Paella Negra, P495

We also sampled Campeador, their version of crispy pork binagoongan. The pork slices resembled kare-kareng bagnet at Pino, but the crunch and texture of Corazon’s was better. The shrimp paste was not too overwhelming, but there could have been more veggies to neutralize the flavor.

Corazon's Campeador, P350

Corazon’s Campeador, P350

Sorolla is twice cooked chicken and pork adobo. There’s goat cheese and eggs on top which added another texture. It was delicious, but I prefer my adobo with a little more acid kick. However, the flavor packed in this one is still superb. The servings for both are great too.

Corazon's Sorolla, P350

Corazon’s Sorolla, P350

Overall I would say eating rice as flavorful as Paella Negra, which may be deemed a complete dish of itself, requires more muted entrees as companions. But since all Spanish dishes seem to be packed in olio, salt and flavor, might be hard to find a less flavorful dish to balance. I’m not complaining though. The four of us shelled out P320 for the lot, which is definitely value for money.

L-R: Me, Alanah, Jake and Kathryn. Busog-Lusog!

L-R: Me, Alanah, Jake and Kathryn. Busog-Lusog!

After the movie, we found ourselves at Podium’s Wildflour Café, which Alanah told me has some delicious meals. As we were there to chat, coffee, tea and dessert, we didn’t get to eat anything heavy. Prices here are a bit steeper than the more known coffee shops, although the place reeks of money, so I guess the food is really something. We had two cakes, one chocolate and one with coconut; big servings, okay taste.

Wildflour Cafe at the Podium.

Wildflour Cafe at the Podium.

I am definitely satisfied with my drink though, Agua Fresca (P110). It’s a merry mix of cucumber, lime and mint, and it helped relieve my mouth sore that day. Cha had the Green Moroccan Mint Tea (P140) while Jake and Al shared a pot of coffee.

We ended the night with dinner at a kebab resto but my phone ran out of batt by then. Still, it was a solid day of new foodie discoveries. Cheers!


I was never a fan of Asian teledramas, simply because it was something I very barely connect with. They may often offer intriguing storylines before unrequited love become fulfilled and all that shiz, but give me Revenge, Gossip Girl and plenty of scheming, or Spartacus and lots of gore, to light up my couch potato boredom anytime.

Which is why the profound and deeply scarring effect this quirky Taiwanese series Absolute Boyfriend has left me reeling. Yes, it’s just started in local TV, and badly dubbed with Pinoy voice talents, I heard, but Ru chanced upon the complete season in our favorite DVD store, and one fateful weekend, my outlook was changed forever.

Wow Night! :-)

Wow Night! 🙂

Some basics: AB was inspired by the Japanese manga series created by Yuu Watase, which promised a very appealing premise: butt-of-all-jokes girl heroine who is forever rejected and dumped one day ended up owning a perfectly human-looking and -sounding robot that’s pre-programmed with her preferences in a boyfriend; from cooking, to clinginess, to language skills, down to protective and defensive instincts. The robot, which she named Night, comes equipped with a mood ring that senses her current disposition.

Along the way they are plagued of course, with tons of challenges: i.e. how to secret Night’s identity, how his hotness creates trouble for the girl Xiao Fei in the office and which ended up exposing her backstabbing bestfriend, how one time Night was re-programmed and came close to hooking up with said bestfriend – all these were the laugh-out-loud parts.

The series too, was peppered with plenty of eye-candy and downright mushiness, as Night was designed to be a sex machine who always likes to strip, paired up with the ultra-conservative XiaoFei. Worth noting is how Night eventually develops self-awareness and the capacity to deduct, decide and discern for himself and how becoming the perfect boyfriend for XiaoFei became his only priority.

In the sidelines lurks the forever loyal Zhongshi, XiaoFei’s childhood friend and neighbor, who has always had a crush on her. Night’s presence brought out all of Zhongshi’s yearning and passionate juices. The two boys ended up competing for her, which ripened to Zhongshi’s breathtaking marriage proposal rejected by XiaoFei. The fictitious heartache had me glued and obsessed.

Zhongshi and Ni Te! :-)

Zhongshi and Ni Te! 🙂

So much so that I made my biggest mistake: I pined for a blissful ending. How can there not be? It’s not Warm Bodies, so there’s no way Night will become human. But he can live on under careful recalibration. Or Zhongshi will always be there to take centerstage come his chance. All these sparked hope and sustained my energy, only to be brought down by Night’s eventual malfunction as his self-awareness caused his own motherboard to go bust, in a finale that didn’t even offer a glimpse on what happens to XiaoFei or Zhongshi afterwards.

The simplicity and downright silliness of the story’s telling, I guess, is what broke me. Three people who loved and sacrificed with so much earnestness and effort, there’s no way why they shouldn’t be rewarded. The final ten seconds of the finale shot from Night’s perspective, of a robot descending into void while it desperately clings to the memories of its human girlfriend, broke me.

I realized my escapism is rooted on the fact that since I have a dark past and a murky present, these kinds of shows should offer inspiration and the satisfaction that happy endings still exist, if not in real life, at least in TV. Since this was denied, I was inconsolably depressed and finding it hard to sleep. It was becoming annoying to the point of crazy, but I saw some reviews saying people found it one of the most heartbreaking endings they saw, so I guess I’m not alone.

Whew. Crazy right? Or maybe amidst the many media you will see and devour, one really will unexpectedly struck a chord and awaken yearnings you never knew still existed. Yearning for a blissful present, a patient and forgiving love, and ultimately, a happy ending. Absolute Boyfriend did that for me. What’s yours?

My new Top 1 favorite series ever.

My new Top 1 favorite series ever.

Collaging June


Thanks to iPhone apps, I’ve jumped the bandwagon of compiling photos and styling collages. For two reasons: makes for one-time Instagram and Facebook updating; as well as the visual impact. So detailed below are some of June’s highlights, as viewed via PhotoGrid. 😀

June 6 – Tsok.Nut Batirol

After successive months of botched attempts, my closest friends Geni and Emay and I finally found that one chance to bond and reconnect via this local café which specializes in hot chocolate. Tsok.Nut goes the extra length from offering local pastries and baked goodies, to full meals, pasta and a wide array of Tablea (dark cocoa) based cakes.

RCBC's Tsok.Nut Batirol

RCBC’s Tsok.Nut Batirol

I’ve been a regular at Tsok.Nut since I started working for Reuters, and some personal favorites include the Seafood Pesto Malunggay pasta, the Chicken Roll with rice, the tuna sandwich, and some towering cakes, all pictured above.

June 13 – Alexa’s Deli

After ending up on Alexa’s menu list several times during online quest for new grubs, Ru and I finally ended up one balmy evening at Alexa’s, which as I soon found out, is worthy of the mixed reviews it got online. I will bypass the forgettable service and focus on the ambiance, which is intimate and elegant. As for the food, the Kielbasa Penne was appalling, the Greek Salad too vinaigrette-y, the tuna sandwich unexpectedly spot-on, and the cake unremarkable. This will need a second visit to redeem itself, someday soon.

Alexa's Deli, HV Dela Costa

Alexa’s Deli, HV Dela Costa

June 15 – Namnam Comfort Filipino

The former Izakaya and Thai resto along Greenbelt 2 has a new occupant: Burgerbar and Namnam, which I guess is taken from malinamnam (delicious). What’s interesting about this Pinoy resto is the menu divided between Classics and Twists, which as you might guess, is about traditional and fusion, from the appetizers down to the entrees. What won Ru and I over is the customized serving sizes: good for one, three or groups, so you need not splurge on too much cash to enjoy even the menu’s most promising offers. Snaps and we will surely visit you again soon.

Mali-Namnam! Greenbelt 2.

Mali-Namnam! Greenbelt 2.

June 21 – The Old Spaghetti House

TOSH was the venue of my fourth-year anniversary at Thomson Reuters, still managing the same team with an uncanny knack for bringing out the bad-ass in me. Still, bonding over salad, pasta, pizza, and funky cupcakes, while we swapped skincare and grooming tips, is the stuff dinner pull-outs in the middle of work should ideally be made of. No to inebriation – affects the deliverables, tsk.

The Old Spaghetti House, Valero.

The Old Spaghetti House, Valero.

June 23 – Gilligan’s Island

We celebrated Mom’s birthday the very tipid and simple way: dinner at GI. It almost turned into tragedy, what with my niece and nephew’s unceasing noise, but family is family and we always manage to come together over bountiful servings. GI offers Pinoy fare and has more than 10 group combos that you can choose from.

Mami's burpday, Gilligans Island, Trinoma.

Mami’s burpday, Gilligans Island, Trinoma.

Office Outing 2013


Another month-old delayed blog post on some highlights of the office 2013 Summer Event. As a very obscure and somewhat isolated business unit within the vast labyrinth that is Thomson Reuters, my team which is bisected between editorial operations and messenger collaboration (ha, loaded terms) has for three years now executed the mandatory office outing on our own. So much so that we decline invites from other teams to partner with their activities and go out on six buses for a day of beachfront Survivor-inspired shenanigans.

This year, the team embarked on another beach/pool venue under the sweltering heat of Bataan. Pamarta Bali Beach Resort is small but features lovely amenities, the only minus being that the resort is yet to construct an in-house restaurant. Still, for the do it yourself pleasure-seekers who like it traditional via grill-your-own-food, we were fine with everything.

Hello Pamarta!

Hello Pamarta!

This year, I introduced my team to some personality assessment exercises designed to identify their tendencies based on the DiSC Model – which stands for Dominant, Influential, Steady or Conscientious – as a means of understanding the professional self better, and how dynamic an interaction can be based on the tendency of your colleagues. I laboriously recreated the manuals as they are quite costly, but the joy out of allowing the team to discover their own qualities and the sharing thereafter is worth it.

Busy with their DiSC Assessments

Busy with their DiSC Assessments

Games also ensued. We did a giant version of Icon Pop Quiz using printed-out materials, and it had the expected level of teasing, jeers and general cutthroat competitiveness over a simple ice-breaker. In short, it was hilarious.

Happy faces!

Happy faces!

The resort photographs well, with the infinity pool when shot at a strategic angle offering a great backdrop. The beach is clean, and so too are the villas. Good thing we have a tripod, which made for easier group pictorials.

Boys doing the 'look-up' pose

Boys doing the ‘look-up’ pose

Team Collab conquers Bataan!

Team Collab conquers Bataan!

I organized dinner, with grilled chops and fish, and buttered shrimps. My mom’s marinating skills were spot-on, and despite the resort’s measly amenities, we managed a sumptuous meal full of laughter.

Expressive hands = satisfied tummies

Expressive hands = satisfied tummies

This year, we finally achieved a bonfire, despite the threat of rain. Sitting semi-circle while drinks were poured, we played Pinoy Henyo and swapped horror stories. Close by, a cottage houses a videoke machine we’ve rented for the night, and several kept vigil, alternating between bonfire, and singing their flat notes out. It was a lovely evening.

Bonfire, at long last!

Bonfire, at long last!

Bijoke buddies!

Bijoke buddies!

The next day dawned hot and scorching, but we kept our cool and high spirits. Some waddled in the pool and enjoyed the beach while lunch was being prepared. We ended the great weekend with another sumptuous lunch, and went home filled with more team love.

Bye Pamarta!

Bye Pamarta!

Thank you Pamarta Bali Resort!

Tagaytay with my Loves


I am back to blogging. Finally saw that silver lining where my boss decides enough is enough for a month-long Excel submission and frustrating data analysis, which gives me enough breathing space to hack furiously away at my keyboards and dish out some summaries. Prepare for more photo collages. Sorry!

May 25-26 was a very much maitawid (or, whatever) kind of trip with my elem gang. It started with Jake’s arrival back to Manila from working two years in Bangkok, and what promised to be more definitive summer getaway organizing from supposedly mature and more schedule-savvy friends. Or so we all hoped. What started as an ambitious Ilocandia trip on day one of planning quickly devolved into a hopeful Puerto Galera, a much-dismissed Laiya, and an eventual last option Tagaytay.

Having said that, nothing can beat the excitement and general feeling of weekend ease brought about by my oldest set of friends, so a cool and rainy dinner at Bag of Beans (the original resto) after getting stuck an hour in Aguinaldo Highway crossing marked the start of a foodie weekend. What helped? The country feel of BOB and the superb food, not to mention the famous frozen blueberry cheesecake and the huge servings, set us off just right.

Bag of Beans original branch

Bag of Beans original branch

We had chocolate pancakes, chicken tocino breakfast set, cream pasta with grilled chicken, and mushroom-olive oil pasta. One big burp down!

After some heavy deliberation and useless speculation on the weather, we ended up in an inn/apartelle near the Tagaytay Rotunda, where we proceeded to spectacularly end the night in a spa with I guess the most fantastic pampering and massage I’ve had to date. Banahaw Heals Spa offers group memberships with 50% discounts on services, and with all six of us getting pampered side-by-side separated by flimsy partitions, exchange of insults and innuendos punctuated the relaxing moment. It was crazy.

The next day, we proceeded to Cliffhouse Tagaytay, one of the newer additions to the place’s nook of places to eat. We had the mandatory pictures and a quick ice cream while waiting for our table reservation,  with Taal Lake’s majestically foggy view as a backdrop. It wasn’t even crispy-cool, just sunny-sweaty. Oh well.

Cliffhouse Tagaytay camwhoring

Cliffhouse Tagaytay camwhoring

Lunch was at Buon Giorno, where we picked up on the unexpected bingeing by ordering literally more than we can chew. We had Buon Giorno’s  Al Margherita and Vegetarian pizzas, the insanely mouthwatering Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, and the creamy Pollo E Funghi (chicken) Risotto. I believe we had leftovers the equivalent of one whole pizza.

What stood out  was the value for money, especially the pizzas. Soft dough, great flavors, perfectly done, oozing with mozzarella, at just P250 per order. Everything was win-win.

Super affordable big servings at Buon Giorno

Super affordable big servings at Buon Giorno!

Barely an hour later, and without the satisfaction of some badly-needed burps, we found ourselves in our last stop, the newly opened Starbucks near Tagaytay Ecolodge. It’s bigger, features wooden structures in warm mahogany, has several tiers, and a scary parking system. The plunge down from the main road towards the coffee shop is terrifying. But our driver Doc Shelly is talented, so we soon ended up sipping our blended drinks while enjoying the tall glass windows and very Tagaytay set-up.

New Starbucks Tagaytay near the main road

New Starbucks Tagaytay near the main road

And that’s it. Short and sweet and full of sharing. I can’t believe I typed this under 15 minutes. Whew!

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