Category Archives: a slice of life

shake the dust


There are things you just don’t ever get used to. Like getting the rug pulled from under you. No matter how many times it has happened before, you still get caught unaware and fall flat on your face–every single time.

But you can’t really say it came as a total shock. It was only a matter time. Though circumstances and contexts differ, the outcome has always been the same.

And so you pick yourself up, put on a brave face, and shake off the dust–just as you always have countless times before.


leaving and living


This year, I learned that it’s okay to leave.  That sometimes it’s better to walk away from toxic people, environments, and situations.  That doing so does not make me a weakling or a coward.

I spent half of last year and this year putting up a strong front and trying my very best not to let all the negativity get in the way. I often felt like Atlas with the weight of the world on my shoulders but I kept telling myself that I loved what I was doing so it was okay.

Then one day, it all became too much. That day, Atlas shrugged.

Chaos and mayhem ensued shortly thereafter.

I was somehow able to emerge from all that—shaken to the very core of my being, but still in one piece and only because of the unwavering support of a handful of people and the unfailing grace of God.

That harrowing experience shattered my rose-colored glasses/blinders and I began to see things and people more clearly.

I realized that I had to let go (of the bad) and let (the good) come.

And so this year, I learned to live.

For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to just have fun and momentarily feel infinite.

I have stopped second-guessing myself so much and though I still need a good push every now and then, I have started to see my own worth a bit more.

Most importantly, I have started to genuinely believe that I am enough.

spectacular spectrum


The sky was overcast when we got off the van at Hayanggabon Port in Claver, Surigao del Norte. I nervously crossed the narrow plank leading to the boat and positioned myself at the rear end of the vessel.

It had already started to rain when we left the port and our guide told us that it would take us at least an hour to get to Hidden Island Resort. With the dreary weather, it was all just greys and dull blues with occasional pops of green.

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The boat’s engine was really loud so there was barely any conversation during the duration of the boat ride. But the moment we caught sight of the islands of Bucas Grande, we couldn’t help oohing and aahing at the sheer beauty of the place. All the fatigue and muscle pain seemed to leave our bodies as the boat maneuvered around an island which, as we soon discovered, was actually our destination.

042915 hidden island b

After unpacking our things and wolfing down a couple of Nutella sandwiches, we trooped to the boardwalk and went all trigger-happy with our cameras.

042915 boardwalk

To my utter delight, a rainbow appeared in the east as if to welcome us.

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At about the same time, a magnificent light show began to unfold in the west. I watched in awe as the mellow yellows and gloomy greys gave way to blazing oranges and fiery reds with the setting of the sun, then to tropical pinks and lush purples with the coming of dusk.

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I stood in silent reverie as the last trace of daylight faded from the sky.

And just before darkness completely enveloped the horizon, I turned back and followed my companions back to our living quarters.



“Things will get messy at times and that’s okay,” articles on parenting always say. But when things don’t go according to plan, the second part of that statement sometimes gets thrown out of the window.

easter egg 2015 prepsThis morning, I found myself almost at my wit’s end when the much-awaited Easter egg hunt turned out to be a series of unfortunate events. This tragicomedy started with a frazzled mom unintentionally breaking one of the uncooked eggs and ended with a flustered little boy refusing to continue painting after accidentally dropping one of the two remaining eggs.

easter eggs 2015Judging by the look on my son’s face, I knew that an egg hunt was out of the question so we just carried everything back inside and had breakfast.

When I walked into the bedroom hours later, fragments of painted eggshells scattered on the desk greeted me.

“The best laid schemes of Mice and Men, oft go awry,” they seemed to say.

I looked at the little boy intently peeling an egg and asked, “Are you happy?”

“Yes!” he replied with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

And with that, all traces of disappointment (his and mine) were completely erased.

a blueberry kind of morning


020715 blueberry cheesecake

“Are these baked?” I asked the lady at the counter as I pointed at the mini blueberry cheesecakes in the fridge.

She nodded and I almost let out a whoop. I had been lamenting the fact that other than Coffeeworks (which sells too-tangy-for-my-taste cheesecake), cakeshops and coffeeshops in my hometown only have no-bake cheesecake on their menus. So imagine how elated I was to find that Sugar Rush sells these baked goodies.

I had just eaten a red velvet cupcake so I mustered every inch of self-control I had and ordered just one blueberry cheesecake–plus a macaroon con leche cupcake for my dad and a banana choco cupcake for my mom–to go.

I usually hurkle-durkle on weekends but that following morning, I got out of bed as soon as I woke up. I excitedly took out the mini blueberry cheesecake from the fridge and made myself a cup of peppermint tea.

As I savored the taste of blueberry cheesecake in my mouth, a scene from Wong Kar-Wai’s My Blueberry Nights played in my head.

Jeremy: At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished. But there’s always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.

Elizabeth: So what’s wrong with the blueberry pie?

Jeremy: There’s nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. It’s just [that] people make other choices. You can’t blame the blueberry pie.

Well, I’d pick cheesecake every single time. Sorry, blueberry pie.


Sugar Rush
017 Dona Teodora Blvd., Brgy. San Miguel, Iligan City



It’s funny how I started planning my son’s birthday celebration as early as last year but still ended up working on it down to the wire. As they say, “The greatest inspiration is the deadline.”


This year’s theme was inspired by my son’s love for cars and the toy truck he received last Christmas. Like last year, I spent countless hours scouring Pinterest for inspiration. I was determined to make this as DIY as I could despite my insanely hectic schedule.

buntings and toppers

My son started going to school this year so we decided to have a mini party at school. To minimize food mishaps, we packed the mac n’ cheese in styro food containers, which I couldn’t resist customizing.

My original plan involved a doughnut tower dotted with the truck cutouts as toppers but we weren’t able to get our hands on some yummy doughnuts so we rehashed last year’s design: custard cake + wafer sticks + road signs + my son’s Viking Toys tractor + the ubiquitous birthday candle.

custard cake 2

To avoid making too much of a mess, we kept the cupcakes frosting-free as well. Fortunately, my aunt had some chocolate rocks on hand so she sprinkled some on top of the banana nutella cupcakes. I forgot to place the toppers I made though.

banana nutella cupcakes - choco rocks
I also made some traffic cone-inspired party hats. I couldn’t find anything big enough to trace and I didn’t have a drawing compass so I used the definition of a circle (a set of points equidistant from a point called the center) as a guide.

traffic cone party hats
It was a bit tiring at first and I almost didn’t push through with the party hats but I’m glad I did because the kids looked so adorable wearing them.

school party 3I was so tired with all the preparations, I could barely keep my eyes open during the party. It was all worth it though because, as my son affirmed, it was indeed a very happy birthday.

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diary of a cupcake fiend: wake me up before you go go


Did you ever have something so good, you got so revved up that you jumped out of blog hibernation?  Well, I just did.

2014-09-27 16.24.52These cupcakes from Sugar Rush were so yummy, I just had to end my blogging hiatus.

Choco Banana
I’ve always been a big fan of banana cupcakes so I knew I would enjoy the choco banana cupcake even before I tasted it.

Not only did this cupcake not disappoint, it actually raised the bar upon which I will henceforth be judging banana cupcakes.

I usually don’t go for chocolate cupcakes. I find them rather ho-hum.  But Sugar Rush’s chocolate cupcake made me go ooh-la-la. The texture was perfectly moist and the ganache was absolutely scrumptious.  And the best thing about it was that it was oh so chocolatey without being cloyingly sweet.

I wasn’t able to sink my teeth into these babies but I intend to do so in the near future. 🙂

If restaurants get Michelin Stars, cupcakes get the Peewee Level.  And these cupcakes from Sugar Rush are definitely Peewee Level cupcakes.

sugar rush

Sugar Rush
017 Dona Teodora Blvd., Brgy. San Miguel, Iligan City

*A Peewee Level cupcake is a cupcake that’s so deliriously good, the first bite renders you speechless.  It is named after my cousin’s girlfriend, Peewee.

zigzags and circles


For a lot of people–myself included–my life has taken an unexpected detour this past month. 

Despite being a graduate of Public Administration, I’ve never done administrative work (except for that month-long internship back in college).  Heck, I’ve never even had an 8-to-5 job! 

But here I am with a Position Description Form that clearly states my administrative position and the duties and responsibilities that come with it.

I’ve done a lot of writing before but never the sort of writing that my current job entails.  And I must admit that I’ve felt like fish out of water on several occasions. 

My most recent assignment even gave me nightmares for three nights in a row!  Inception-type nightmares where I’m in the office drafting the policy proposal and I wake up and find myself still in the office still writing the darn proposal and I wake up again but I’m still there!  It happens about four times before I finally wake up and find myself in bed–with my laptop and the outline of the policy proposal beside me.

I finally finished the darn thing yesterday and it seems like a massive boulder has been lifted from my shoulders.

I have two new policy proposal assignments lined up but I no longer feel like I’m in over my head.

My so-called zigzag alignment has often been a point of contention (sometimes even a deal breaker) for the powers that be.  But here, everything I’ve learned from the various fields I’ve delved into all come together.  And contrary to what some people think, my brain gets full mileage.

So while I feel that I’ve ventured into uncharted territory, I also feel that things have somehow come full circle.  That I haven’t really strayed at all.

episode 2 of the fruh sessions


Just three days after my first visit, I  went back to The Fruh Cafe–this time with my fellow foodie and one-time basil supplier, Kat.  She ordered a banana and hazelnut crepe while I went with a chocolate crepe.

We couldn’t help oohing and aahing when Kat’s order arrived.  It just looked so… dramatic.  I didn’t get to taste it but Kat enjoyed it so it must be good.

060514 03Banana and Hazelnut Crepe (P59)

My chocolate crepe didn’t look as visually arresting.  It came with chocolate wafer sticks and marshmallows though.  And I couldn’t help grinning and feeling like a kid while eating it.

chocolate crepeChocolate Crepe (P55)

Even though we were no longer hungry, we decided to try the BonChon Style Chicken.  Curiosity won over non-hunger, I guess.  That decision was hands down the best one we made that day because man oh man was the chicken good!  It was so tasty, we couldn’t stop raving about it the entire time we were eating!

060514 04BonChon Style Chicken (P89)

I enjoyed the chicken so much, I ordered the BonChon Style Chicken in a Basket the following day.

Yes, it’s that good.


The Fruh Cafe is located at A. Bonifacio Ave., Tibanga, Iligan City (near MSU-IIT, beside Triple M Sales).

episode 1 of the fruh sessions

episode 1 of the fruh sessions

I don’t know if it was the hipstery signage or the name of the place but something drew me to The Fruh Cafe the first time I passed by it.  The building looked pretty much non-descript from outside but it somehow evoked images of Maginhawa Street in my head.  I just had a good feeling about the place.

I asked several people about it but no one seemed to know of its existence.  I never got around to visiting it either–up until this month when I saw pictures of my cousin-in-law modeling for the cafe.  I found a link to Fruh’s Facebook page and discovered that it was a creperie/coffee shop.  The photos of the food looked enticing so I decided to give it a go.

We both ordered pasta.  Shrimp aglio e olio for him and seafood pasta for me.  To our delight, the pasta was cooked perfectly al dente (it’s something that’s very basic to cooking pasta but sadly, most people fail to get it right).  They were very generous with the herbs (yey!) but not so with the seafood.  Both dishes were pretty cheap (P65 for the aglio e olio and P95 for the seafood pasta) so I guess I can’t really blame them.  Most places charge double the price yet they’re only ahead by a single piece of shrimp or a slice of squid.

 060514 05Shrimp Aglio E Olio (P65)

fruh seafood pastaSeafood Pasta (P95)

For the little one, we ordered some ham and cheese crepes.  Unfortunately, he refused to eat it.  He hated the thousand island dressing drizzled on top.  I guess I should’ve ordered one of the sweet crepes for him instead.

060514 06Ham and Cheese Crepes

For dessert, we decided to try the mango crepe rolls.  While Ice Factory’s mango crepe only had slivers of mango in it, this one had big chunks of mango wrapped in crepe.  Ooh la la!  I had an issue with the texture of the vanilla ice cream though.  It wasn’t velvety smooth.  It must’ve been refrozen after it had already melted, hence the presence of ice crystals.  But still, it was a pretty good eat.

fruh mango crepeMango Crepe Rolls

I enjoyed eating there so much, I went back just three days later.  Stay tuned for Episode 2. 😀


The Fruh Cafe is located at A. Bonifacio Ave., Tibanga, Iligan City (near MSU-IIT, beside Triple M Sales).