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Tuesday, May 31, 2011


As I lay in bed last night, I briefly thought what I would blog about today. I couldn't think of anything except finish the Tagaytay series I have lined up for writing 'til next week.

I slept thinking, 'What the heck. If there's any juicy topic, then I'd blog about it'. Then this morning we were greeted by the news that we have a snake in the dining area. WTF. Snake. And we don't live in a jungle!

There are still a few vacant lots around the village, and one of those unoccupied plots are the one at our house's left side and at the back. Being empty, the grass can grow tall if left uncut by the village maintenance crew. We all know how snakes and other crawling animals like grass, bush and cold soil.

We don't know how it got into our house - past the garage, the front door, the living room before it arrived unwelcome under our dining table. We're not interested as to what kind of a snake it was, if it's poisonous or otherwise. A snake is a snake, period.

I shun the thought of what could have happened if the children went down early especially my little boy who likes to explore every nook and corner of our first floor.

Thank God our brave yaya was able to 'handle' it armed with only a broom and plenty of guts. I need to give her a bonus for that.

I hope this is the last time we'll find a snake in the house. I am used to people who act like snakes, and pythons for photo ops at the zoo... but a real one is definitely not welcome in our home.


Monday, May 30, 2011

10 Commandments of a Sosyalera Wannabe

We see them in malls, most of the time in pairs or in groups, comparing notes on how to perfect the ‘elite’ look. We know they’re trying hard to get IN, to appear rich (maybe they are) and belong to the alta de cuidad.

Thing is (and this is what amazes me), those rich fellas look and smell rich even if they wear ragged, crumpled outfits. Their aura screams money, luxury and class without them making any effort at all.

Have a stroll around Greenbelt and play ‘Spot the Ostentatiously Wealthy’ and I bet you won’t go wrong. They just stand out, don’t they?

The difference with the wannabe and the authentic sosyalera is that the former unknowingly keep doing what the latter will never or seldom do.

Here are 10 tips:

1. Thou shall not buy fake bags, shoes, jeans and other luxury items. It's better to own an original LB (Leonardo Bag) than a carry around a fake LV.

2. Thou shall not use another sosyalera's name in vain. Social climbing is a no-no.

3. Thou shall not speak carabao English. Tagalog is acceptable, you know.

4. Remember to take a bath everyday.

5. Honor thy Visa and thy Mastercard (because it's jologs to get disapproved at the cashier when shopping)

6. Thou shall not pick thy nose in public. If thou really must, thou shall not use thy thumb.

7. Thou shall not ‘wear’ thy cellphone, iPad, iPod, beeper, and laptop all at the same time. A true sosi wouldn’t be caught carrying more than 2 of these, or a personal assistant carries the gadgets for them.

8. Thou shall not use ring tones such as How Do I Live or Habang May Buhay on thy cell phone.

9. Thou shall not bear false claims that thou possess the latest Prada bag.

10. Thou shall not covet their neighbors’ imported goods. It’s not so sohshal if what thy wear is from thy neighbor’s sampayan.

How about you? Are you sohshal?

Saturday, May 28, 2011

My Bag of Beans Tagaytay Experience

Bag of Beans, an apt name for a coffee shop although it's amazingly more than just about coffee, is without questions one of the most popular in Tagaytay in the dining category.  What looked like a small take out counter along Aguinaldo Highway is a huge dining getaway. It reminds me so much of Sonya's Garden with it's comfy, country setting and al fresco dining setup.

We came a little before six in the evening, perfect time for dinner but not too ideal to feast our eyes and appreciate the restaurant setup. For cam whores, the best time to come is at day time when there is sufficient natural lights.

Coming in late didn't give us a chance to try their buffet brunch too, which starts at 11am and ends at 3pm. At Php400 per head, I think it's a good deal although I didn't see the spread at all. (Fact: our simple orders from ala carte cost me more than 4 buffets).

I ordered coffee first, after all this is a coffee shop. I heard they serve and sell Coffee Alamid but I dared not order it as I am aware of how it's made. Dubbed as the Rarest Brew, only the brave and adventurous have tried this civet coffee made from Philippine civet's droppings. Yep, poopoo ng musang. These nocturnal animals eat the coffee cherries and their droppings (still looking like coffee beans but with the digestive enzymes of the civet of course) are collected by coffee farmers in the morning. Recycling at it's finest! Haha.

(Thought Bubble: What if the civet is constipated and didn't do its 'thing' in the morning? Ipapaluwa ng farmer ang coffee bean? Sayang naman diba?)

I opted to be safe and ordered what Batangas is popular for - kapeng barako. As usual, my coffee needs to be iced otherwise it must be for another table. Kapeng Barako's taste did not disappoint me as usual - bitter and aromatic, but just like any coffee it didn't have the insomnia-inducing effect on me. In fact, it was the total opposite.

Iced Kapeng Barako Php90

Eone ordered chocolate chip pancakes for dinner. That's all she wants and I said to myself it better be good. The chocolate chips were too inviting for my precious girl, we almost had her tied so I can take photos before she starts picking them up.

Being a pancake fan, she knows the drill already: spread the butter, pour syrup and slice bite-size pieces to eat. I like it when she orders pancakes because we don't have to assist her with eating and we can also enjoy our meal more.

There's nothing extra special about the pancakes, in fact those at Pancake House are way better, even without the orange slices to decor the plate.

Chocolate Chips Pancakes Php185

My aunt and the yaya ordered the longganisa set, a typical Filipino breakfast fare. I didn't try these but judging from the leftovers from their plates, I don't think they liked it.

Longganisa Set Php185

The only one with the huge appetite that evening was The Hubby who ordered the Breakfast Sampler from the 'All Day Breakfast' menu. The sampler comprise of 2 eggs, bacon strips, ham, 2 pieces hash brown, 2 pork sausages and 2 pieces butter pancake. It's almost gluttony!

Breakfast Sampler Php360

I was the only one who had pasta. I'm a not a pasta person except when it's lasagna. I don't know if I am just tired from our kite flying activity or my taste buds aren't working that night because I didn't even get past half of my food. There is something lacking in the taste and the cream overpowers the entire dish. I am not saying it doesn't taste good, in fact it's does and they didn't scrimp on the ingredients. But something just doesn't blend well, and sorry, I couldn't tell.

Lasagna Php195

Next time I am going to Bag of Beans I'll make sure to catch the buffet breakfast or brunch. I want to appreciate the restaurant again in a different setting. Maybe then my experience with their food will be better.

Check out Bag of Beans' menu here.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

My Size is Not Your Business

In many countries the usual greeting when they see someone they know is 'How are you?'. It is more of a polite way of saying a simple Hi. It sure triggers a short conversation but of course, they don’t expect you to start narrating how sad you are over a guy who ditched you for another man.

Here in the Philippines, we either say, 'Ang taba mo!' (You're fat!) or 'Tumaba ka' (you've gained weight) or 'Bakit ang payat mo?' (You've lost weight?). I wonder what is it with Pinoys that makes it difficult to keep our thoughts to ourselves. We make unsolicited comments about someone's size and perhaps we think it's thoughtful and funny. But frankly, this habit of picking on someone's body frame and weight has become downright irritating and rude.

After I gave birth to my son last year, the comments on how I've somehow ballooned into a size 10 (err, 12?) keep coming close in between. But hey, my size is my business, not yours. I have a mirror at home and I know how much I've gained. But guess what? I don't care and so must you. I don't go telling people they have zits as big as grapes when I meet them, so please do the same for me.

I also do not recall asking anyone's opinion on how I register on the weighing scale. And if indeed I am round at the wrong places, is that your problem? My huge butt doesn't occupy a seat in the bus or in the MRT (because I drive) neither do I ask people for cash to pay for that extra butter on my pancake.

Okay, granting that itchy tongue must really be scratched, do you really have to blurt it out in the elevator with 14 other people? If I tell you I could lose consciousness with your kili-kili power (body ordor) for the rest of the crowd to hear, would you be able to smile back to me sheepishly? I don't think so.

Tell you the truth, I look at my old photos when my waistline was still 26 inches - wearing body hugging shirts, swimsuits and skinny jeans, and I don't feel bad at all. There's no Oscar award worthy scene where I'd cry buckets because I don't have the same '8' figure anymore. True, I may be not totally healthy weighing more than what I should be, but I still have a figure even though it's now a 0 (zero). I am happy with that for now so let me be. Please.

Unless you are my husband, my children, my mother, my parents in law, my sisters, BFF (you know who you are) and close relatives – keep the thought to yourself because next time someone tells me I am fat, I will tell that person, 'Uy ang pangit mo!' (You look ugly).

Pikon na kung pikon, pero kanya kanyang trip ‘to. Mind your own business, scratch your own galis.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Flying Kites at Picnic Grove, Tagaytay

When I asked The Hubby to drive us to Tagaytay, approximately 2 hours from Manila, after our visit to the pedia, he snorted, "What are we going to do there?". And I understand his hesitation. We've been there more frequent that we've been to Luneta and have explored its every nooks and turns.

Despite The Hubby's reluctance, we went to Picnic Grove with no particular plan but just to take the kids to a weekend date. We've been there a couple of times and we know already what to expect - horseback riding, the zip line adventure (that we didn't try) and the view of Taal Volcano. We reckon just the breathe of fresh air is worth the trip already.

That's what we thought until we spotted this huge area where families are enjoying the day flying kites. The scene of kids and adults maneuvering their make-believe planes enticed us to buy our kite and try it too.

Who wouldn't be seduced by this beautiful backdrop? Taal Volcano, the world's smallest, has been photographed thousands of times and yet every picture seems to speak a different story each time.

I bet most of the families who were at the park that day didn't plan to fly kites too. I could tell by the similarities of the kites we were all flying. Same designs, different sizes. But who cares, everyone was having fun, tons of it in fact.

There was only 1 vendor at the 'flying field', and despite having no competition, his kites were affordable. The smallest one sells for Php100, the medium at Php150 and largest at Php200.

We took only the smallest, which is just the right size for Eone (and for me). The vendor was kind enough to launch our kite and handed it to us when it's already up, up, and away!

Our 'aircraft' with additional black tails to distinguish it from the others

Here's putting the soft breeze of Tagaytay into good use. Like birds, kites of all shapes and sizes soar up in the sky. They seem to dance against the wind and I could feel the tension of the string as our kite is swept up even more.

After fighting with the wind for a good five minutes, our line broke and we watched our kite slowly descend until it landed in a nearby bushy area. Good thing we were able to retrieve it otherwise I'd have to shell out another hundred bucks for its replacement.

Actually our string got tangled with another flyer's - a tandem of father and son who both doesn't know how to fly too. The dad has a cast on his leg but that didn't stop him from taking the activity with his son. Maybe he really likes kites too.

But for my little boy, he didn't seem to notice what flies above. He was focused more on what's down below and had a grand time exploring the field, practicing his walking skills (or should I say running?).

My big boy trying to launch our kite...
a futile effort, but fun nonetheless

If you think you've ran out of activities to do or reasons to drive up to Tagaytay, then flying kites at Picnic Grove may change your mind. It's an inexpensive way to enjoy the day and a great form of bonding for the family.

Entrance fee at Picnic Grove is Php50 per adult and children above 4 years old. Vehicles are also charged a minimum of Php35 (depending on the size) for parking.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Teenage Girl Kills Self: A Lesson on Motherhood

When I saw this news today, I immediately remembered our ex-yaya who made up a shocking story that her 11-year old daughter was raped by her father. Her acting was superb, she'd put LT, Mega and Ate Vi all combined, to shame.

Anyway, I found out she just made everything up so she could go home in Zambo for free (my expense, damn it!). Yes, it's worth another blog entry so I'd leave the story up to here for now.

This is sad. A 14-year old girl, pregnant by her own father (if her claims were true), hanged herself after telling 2 family members she had ben raped. She must be very miserable and heartbroken that she told her mother about it and her plea fell on deaf ears. 

This should serve as a lesson to everyone. No, not to evil horny fathers who must be skinned alive and dipped in vinegar. They don't have any conscience, they're not worth our time. This is for the mothers who love their husbands more than their own children; who believe that love is blind and deaf and numb - that they'd rather lose a child than lose an effing husband who can't keep his dick inside his pants. A mother like this should rot in jail too (or in hell).

I am not an expert but as a mom, my unsolicited advise it to always believe your child. You can verify the accuracy of their story later, but on the onset, comfort and assure them that you will investigate and take action. And DO it.

When my daughter tells me something, like her yaya pinched her or snapped at her, my default reaction is to believe. There is nothing more disappointing to a child than to feel helpless and betrayed by her own parents. Of course I make my own investigations and ask the maid, but initially, I will always put more weight on my child's words. (And all her sumbongs were proven true).

As parents, our children look up to us and mirror everything we do. We are their heroes, their REAL heroes, even if they go gaga over Powerpuff Girls or wear their Spiderman costume to Halloween parties. We are their first line of defense, their comforter, their police...

Let us be worthy of their trust.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Crocs Sale @NBC Tent

Up to 90% off they say. I bet like previous crocs sale, the line would be sooo long that NBC Tent would look like a relief goods distribution center.

For Crocs fanatics out there, save the date!

Happy Shopping!!

Kikay Friday: Moisturize with a Drama

I'm a ningas kugon when it comes to skin care. I struggle keeping the routine of washing, toning, and moisturizing every single night (and day). The most I can adhere to daily is the cleansing part at night and in the morning because I don't want to look like I've just finished frying a chicken when I come to the office.

So my skin care regimen is mixture of cleansing everyday, applying my favorite toner while The Hubby drives maybe once or twice a week and if I feel like it, I put on night cream before I hit the sack (but that's when the kids were already snoring because my little girl refuse to kiss a shiny-almost-wet-faced mommy).

That's quite a revelation for someone who calls herself a kikay, right?

Anyway, after our Bicol escapade, I found myself sunburned almost beyond recognition. My arms and face bore the weight of my 4 days of merciless sun exposure and I felt sorry for myself when we got back to Manila. On Day 2 after we returned, my face has started to peel.

Thank God even if I don't follow strictly any skin care regimen, I kept all my vanity kits intact. All the beauty products I've bought and accumulated during my travels overseas and online shopping, aside from gifts I've received, were all carefully stashed (and locked) in my closet.
Oh boy, how ecstatic was I when I found my moisturizer beneath pile after pile of shampoos, toners and facial scrubs.

If there's one moisturizer I will use 'til I still can afford to buy it, it will be Clinique's Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel (DDMG). This is not a paid ad, I swear. I am just so happy at how I was able to get away with a peeling face after getting sunburned. It not only helped the peeling, it also made my skin tone even.

The greatest about this moisturizer is that you won't even feel it on your skin. No greasing at all. I even put light face powder over it and it didn't cake at all. I was thinking why I haven't been using a skin moisturizer all these time. Yeah, I recall 'hating' it during a phase in my life when my face gets so oily you can fry eggs on it. That made me avoid moisturizers, I guess.

Anyway, I now use my DDMA daily after washing and plans to make it part of my daily skin care. God, I hope I can adhere to it. Haha.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

World's Coolest Job

If they have a vacancy, would you apply?

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

MBA: Your Ticket to The Apprentice?

For the last couple of months, The Hubby has been bugging me to finish my graduate studies. I have skipped a few semesters already due to my frequent overseas travels in the last 3 years and the birth of my bundle of joy, Enoe.

I did inquire a few weeks ago if I can still re enroll and was given 2 thumbs-up after advising me that I'd need to take up penalty courses due to my absence. I was dismayed. Penalty courses mean additional semester(s) to complete!

Now I am torn between continuing what I have started or just forgetting about it altogether. However, the thought of putting into the garbage bin all the hard work I have put up to get this far seem downright ridiculous, if not at all stupid.

During my application, the process began with the submission of curriculum vitae which was used by the Admission Committee to evaluate my credentials. I had to submit my transcript of records too. After that, I was scheduled of an exam which made me feel like I was applying for a college admission.

Passing the exams didn't end the MBA admission process. I had to pass the individual interview session and panel interview before finally getting the enrolment clearance. Whew!

Obtaining an MBA is serious work and it starts with your MBA admission requirements. Although the legwork involved in the application is only the tip of the iceberg, starting right is the key to gaining your momentum.

Likewise, going to a good business school is an investment, more than anything, and I am not only referring to money. It's a choice that needs to be wisely made as the amount of work depends on the school’s approach – some give tons of reading materials while some require a lot of writing. Feel free to ask colleagues or friends for suggestions and feedback. Anyway, regardless of which university you choose, an MBA quest will take a chunk of your time reading and researching rather than toppling down pig pens of Angry Birds.

For aspirants who are really serious into getting an MBA like their life or job depends on it, the best way is to obtain professional advice through various media (or sources) like books and admission consultants. A proper MBA admission guide would ensure your path to that sought-after MBA program.

Now, getting accepted is only the beginning. The rest of the story depends on how much time you are willing to devote into the program, the lifestyle changes you’d gladly undergo without cursing your professor for that feasibility study due after Christmas, and the financial responsibility tied up with upgrading your educational attainment.

If you think an MBA will increase your chances of getting an interview with Donald Trump or that elusive promotion, then go ahead and pursue. All the sacrifices may be worth it.

Discovering Busay Falls

When asked to name 3 waterfalls, the ones that would probably come up are Pagsanjan, Hinulugan Taktak and maybe Daranak. Due to their popularity and proximity, they are also the most visited, and ergo, most developed for tourism.

Whilst tourism is good for the economy, in also draws some setbacks. For one, the 'footprints' left by tourists are mostly in the form of trash, and while memories of the visit are usually captured by camera, some couldn't help but take more than that.

I crave for wonders of nature that are hidden and undiscovered . I love the feeling of being in a blue lagoon, a secret garden, or an undiscovered valley. That is why when I saw an almost fading sign "To Busay Falls" while driving from Sto. Domingo, Albay going to Tabaco City, I immediately told The Hubby I want to see it. We're on vacation anyway and an unscheduled stop may bring extra surprise to our already memorable trip to the Bicol peninsula.

The Hubby was a bit hesitant as he had doubts of the road condition. Going to Busay Falls from the main highway would entail visitors to traverse through a narrow path, paved road at first then rough road the next. It was short though and the pay off is the great scenery of barrio life and rice fields.

Busay Falls is a small waterfalls located in Malilipot, a small town in Albay. The total height is only 91 meters, with the visible water cascade is only 40 meters to the catch basin.

The catch basin itself is small, but the water is cold and clear, credit that to the fact that only a handful of tourists are aware of Busay Falls' existence.

I like the fact that there are no food vendors in the area and there are only 3 picnic huts. Small waterfalls that it is deserves not to be commercialized, otherwise, it will lose its pristine beauty.

Entrance fee is only Php10 per head, children are free of charge. There is ample parking space but for a Php50 fee per vehicle. The baranggay tanod (or watchers) are the ones collecting the fees, sans any tickets being issued. I guess they are the ones who maintain the area too.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Ramen Bar : The Next Best Ramen

I was in Tokyo on a business trip two years ago. We arrived around eight in the evening and was able to check in at The Royal Park Hotel at almost 10pm (it takes an hour or so drive by Airport Limousine Bus from Narita to Tokyo city). We haven't eaten dinner and the cold winter night made us crave for something hot. Thankfully, we were able to find a quaint noodle house that serves fantastic ramen.

I thought it was the best ramen in Japan until I've tried other ramens served even at the tiniest restaurant in an almost hidden alley. It seems the Japanese will serve nothing close to perfect especially when it comes to food.

Since that trip I have not had a ramen that could compare to the authentic ramen in Japan, which has a broth that seemed to have been simmered for days, noodles perfectly hand-pulled and the veggies all fresh and organic.

The searched for the next best ramen ended when I came across Ramen Bar at Eastwood.  The Hubby said he had lunch there with his colleagues and the food is good.

Their menu is straightforward; Small Plates which is a selection of appetizers and small entres, Big Plates for their donburi type of meals (3 choices only) and Big Bowl which lists down their house specialty - Ramen.

I wanted something simple so I ordered Shio Ramen (Php280) which is a salt infused Tonkotsu Ramen topped with tamago, naturo, negi and chasyu.

Before you frown like I did, here's the legend:

Tamago - Soft Boiled Egg marinated for 48 hours
Tonkotsu - Pork Bone Soup boiled for 20 hours
Chasyu - Sliced Pork
Kakuni - Braised Pork Belly
Naturo - Fish Sticks
Nori - Dried Seaweed
Negi - Spring Onions

I was very excited when my ramen was served, and I had high expectations. Ramen Bar did not disappoint my rooting-for-ramen-tastebuds. The taste was very Japanese, it almost sent me back to that small Ramen house in Tokyo. Memories of my trips came flashing back - walks at Ueno Park, the long train ride to Minami Machida, my first time to touch snow, and the commotion at Shinjuku intersection among many other happy thoughts.

The Hubby ordered Spicy Kakuni Rice Bowl (Php185) which got me very curious when it was served. The tangled mess of what seemed like chicken intestine is actually crispy noodles and goes very well with the Braised Pork Belly. Two thumbs up for this dish both for the taste and for the presentation.

I am planning to go back to Ramen Bar to try their RBS Ramen (Ramen Bar Special) and Sapporo Miso Ramen. If only I can finish two bowls in one sitting... haha. The mind is wanting, but the tummy is aching :)

Lastly, I wonder where they got their decors and framed photos? Quite baduy for a chic resto in Eastwood.

Ramen Bar is located at GF 1880 Building, Eastwood Mall, Libis, Quezon City.

Friday, May 06, 2011

A Mother's Day Pledge

Dear Eone and Enoe,

Happy Mother's Day.

I know it's weird that Mommy is sending you this greeting. But this day is really for you, my dearest loves, for without you both, this is just going to be another Sunday for me.

To celebrate this special day, I am going to make a pledge to you. I promise to

-  shower you with kisses every day ‘til the day comes when you would whisper, "Mommy, not here" because your friends are looking;

- embrace you every night when you sleep ‘til the day comes when you want your own room, and a note will be posted on your door, “No Trespassing";

- take you to the mall, parks, movies, beaches and vacations as much as I can ‘til the day comes when you would rather be with your friends than me;

- laugh at your silly antics, admire your doodles on the wall, and make a postcard out of your sketches smeared with peanut butter ‘til the day you switch to iPad and keep the password a secret;

- love you and take care of you forever, ‘til the day I die.

Thank you for coming into Mommy's life. My life is next to mediocre before you came along. I never knew I could ever be this happy until I became a mother - Your mother.

Love always,

Thursday, May 05, 2011

Tutti Frutti Woot Woot!

Who else is unaware that the recent food fad in the country is frozen yogurt? Two years ago yogurt is only sold at supermarkets in tiny cups. Common patrons are health aficionados and chubby-litas attempting to reduce their waistline.

Then one day, someone came up with a brilliant idea of making yogurt into ice cream and viola, frozen yogurt was born! One outlet opened and soon there were at least 3 of them in a single mall.

Yogurt is not my cup of tea (oo naman, haha, pun unintended). It's something I associate closely to dieting and lactose intolerance. But because I am a sucker for what's IN and what's popular, I started trying out the various brands in the market.

The latest addition to the yogurt craze is Tutti Frutti Frozen Yogurt. They offer a unique twist to yogurt loving by allowing you to create your own cup.

Select from 3 sizes. I call it big, bigger, biggest as even the smallest one can fill 10 ounces of yogurt and toppings.

Tutti Frutti yogurt comes in various flavors - Original Tart, Taro-bly Delicious, Tutti Fruiti, Banana, Strawberry, Orange Cream, Kiwi and Vanilla.

Select from a variety of toppings. From gummy bears, jellies, chocolate chips, and nuts...

To fresh fruits...

Pump in your favorite syrup(s) and additional flavors...

And sprinkle with various cereals and candies...

This is what I made for myself after being torn between putting fresh fruits or chocolate chips. Obviously, I chose the healthier option (there's always a next time *wink).

My entire cup is 6.6 oz and cost me Php132 pesos @Php20 per ounce. That's quite affordable for the health benefits I am told to reap.

My only complain about Tutti Frutti is the slighty rough texture of their yogurt compared to other brands like Red Mango or White Hat which has a very smooth and fine texture.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

Mayon: The Beautiful Maiden

My mom spent 20 years of her early life in Bicol before she went to Manila and met my dad. Naturally, she never gets tired telling stories of the beautiful peninsula made famous by the majestic Mayon volcano.

Mt. Mayon is often referred to as the 8th Wonder of the World for its almost perfect and symmetrical cone. Old folks in Albay call the volcano Daragang Magayon, derived from the folklore of how Mayon volcano came about. In their local dialect it means Beautiful Maiden.

And how beautiful it truly is, Mount Mayon.

From where we were staying, the beautiful but most active volcano in the Philippines can be admired in all its glory. She is indeed most stunning in the morning.

The Hubby said on our way home to Manila that despite staying in Albay for a couple of days, he was still not able to admire the volcano to his heart's content. It's hard to explain but it really is mesmerizing especially for people like us who rarely get to see wonders of nature.

I remember our 'neighbor' at the hostel where we stayed. He is an Indian guy and a first timer in Bicol. He pulled a chair from their room, sat in the middle of the open space near the hotel's garden and drank his coffee while staring at the volcano.

He noticed I was staring at him. He smiled, gestured at Mayon and said, "It's beautiful."

Aside from the volcano which stands in the middle of Albay, the next most photographed landmark is Cagsawa Ruins.

Cagsawa Church, built in 1724 by Franciscan friars, was destroyed by Mayon's eruption in 1814. The entire church was buried in lava and only the bell tower survived the destruction.

It is a stark reminder that beneath the alluring perfect cone lies a smokin' hot momma!

The Cagsawa Ruins Park is located in Daraga, Albay. Daraga is about 10 minutes from Legazpi City. Entrance fee is Php10 per adult and Php5 per child.

Monday, May 02, 2011

Starbucks' Happy Hour Promo

This is the only Happy Hour promo I will avail and enjoy...

I'm off to my first half the price venti in a short while. Yey!
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