• Beauty,  Food,  Places,  Self-care

    Treat Yo Self: October 2018

    October was a rough month for me: as I mentioned, I was dealing with a lot of problems. It got to the point where I was crying in the shower that I take before going to work.

    I don’t have a lot of disposable income right now due to bills, but one week in October, I just said: screw it. I deserve to splurge at least a little bit to make myself feel better.


    First, I got a gel manicure from Nail Tropics:

    Snapchat filters are life!
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  • Food

    Tuna Pesto Pasta (I can cook, you guys)

    I tell people that I don’t cook. Truth is, I do; I just say that I don’t because the only thing I make is pasta, which is so easy that I don’t think it qualifies as real cooking. Does that make sense?

    Anyway, last weekend I whipped up a batch of Tuna Pesto Pasta for my mom and I. It’s a very easy recipe—you just throw the ingredients into the pot—and if I can get my lazy ass to do it, I’m sure anyone can.

    We got the recipe from Nonie, my mom‘s officemate. Thank you! 🙂

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  • Family,  Food,  Friends

    Summer fun

    (This photo-heavy post about my recent summer activities is brought to you by my ever-diminishing attention span.)

    March 24: BES Ball

    We attended this formal year-end event organized by UST’s Behavioral Science Society. It’s fun to be girly and kikay every once in a while, especially since my definition of “dressed up” is “wearing something other than shorts, a shirt, and sneakers”.

    March 28: Dylan’s high school graduation

    My younger cousin Dylan just graduated from high school and we celebrated with a dinner at Cafe Lidia, my favorite restaurant in Marikina.

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  • Family,  Food

    A Friday in Marikina

    I’ve been busy with 9GAG schoolwork lately; it’s been crazy, beating deadline after deadline. Yesterday, I took a much-needed breather with my mom.

    We had lunch at Pan de Amerikana, this restaurant in Marikina with beautiful Spanish-style interiors. The entire place was wall-to-wall wood, including the tables and chairs.

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  • Food,  Prose and poetry,  Relationships

    The Hollowness of a Bite

    We met at a restaurant.

    It was a steakhouse, a block away from where I worked. The entire place was wall-to-wall wood: tables, chairs, even the candleholders. It appeared cozy and familiar, the perfect place to have a hearty, comforting meal after I had another rough day at work.

    “I’ll have the filet mignon, please,” I ordered. “Well-done.”
    The quiet laughter and conversation of the other diners rang loud in my ears. I felt their lightness weighing down on the hollowness inside of me, more painful than the physical pangs of hunger.
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  • Books and Comics,  Family,  Food,  Friends,  Places

    My last “-teen” birthday

    As of Sunday, August 14, 2011, I am nineteen years old, the last of my “-teen” years. This means I have one more year before I really have to start acting like an adult.

    “Holy crap, I’m getting old” issues aside, I really loved my birthday celebration this year.

    Saturday afternoon: Paula gave me a cake. I was speechless; I wasn’t expecting anyone to actually give me anything. <3
    P.S. That’s supposed to be “Happy 19th b-day Ela,” but someone *ehemPeterAngeloehem* didn’t hold the box right and ruined the icing.
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  • Family,  Food

    A Date at Cafe Lidia

    Friday before last, I didn’t go to class and slept in. When I woke up, Mom suggested that we go out.
    We’ve been dying to eat at this restaurant called Cafe Lidia, located in Calumpang (is it with a C or a K? I never really knew), Marikina. It’s been featured on a TV show and the food looked pretty good, so we gave it a shot.
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  • Family,  Food

    Me, Mom, and Food

    When my mom and I get into a fight, she usually makes up for it by giving me money to buy food. I take advantage and ask to buy food that I can’t normally afford, so I usually end up buying at Taco Bell (yes, my allowance can’t afford Taco Bell huhu) or Wendy’s, with a Dairy Queen Blizzard on the side.
    And when my mom and I fight in a mall, she knows that the only way to get the sulky scowl off my face is to feed me. When that happens, we usually go to a somewhat expensive restaurant, like Pancake House, Conti’sFive Cows, or Burgoo. The two of us have this unspoken understanding: that when I’m down, food can cheer me right up.
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  • Food,  Health

    Weight a minute.

    In one year, I have gained around 5 pounds, thanks to endless weekend junk food binges and complete inability to stick to an exercise routine. Now, every time I go to our house in Marikina, my family says, “Ang taba mo na!” Every. Single. Damn. Time.
    To be perfectly honest, my weight doesn’t bother me that much. Okay, so I gained weight. Big deal. It only ever bothers me when some of my clothes don’t fit anymore. It only bothers me because of the way people react. “Tumaba ka!” they half-yell in an annoyingly condescending tone, with a matching condescending smile on their face.
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