The trip's goal (I think) is to introduce us to the many benefits of social entrepreneurship and to inform us of the opportunities offered by Gawad Kalinga. Social Entrep is such a famous concept in school, activities/projects/trips always focus on social entrepreneurship. We attempted to join this competition on social entrepreneurship (our product was supposed to convert used cooking oil from cafs and restos to diesel), we backed out because we found out we were competing against food products and a huge criteria was sales. Plus it was supposed to be sold during som week and it would be sooo weird to have a stall there selling diesel, plus, as always, we were cramming like crazy so yeah. I can't say I'm interested in social entrep, sure I believe in it, but I've always believed it's not for me. I don't event wanna own a business because you need a lot of money to make a lot of money.







Paradigms. After the trip, though, at least I could say it made me consider it for a while. Everyone talked about a paradigm shift. They keep saying that we need to have this change to be able to see the potential of our country because it can't be easily seen. It's there but we can't see it. Like in philo, sometimes it's harder to see when you're in it or you're so near it. Naks. So they said there are so many resources, yada yada, sounds like my research paper actually (government should invest in marine research). They said that we think too small that we can't dream big. It's so ironic that the weekend before this I was in an AIESEC thing and they showed that in the Philippines, there is a culture of thinking small. And I was like, heey, that's kinda true and here I was, I though, thinking too small. What's interesting in paradigm shifts is you will always try and consider it, at least in my case. If they're already claiming that there is this paradigm then learning from the tons of movies I watched and some books I've read, where we act as a third party observer and we feel so smart "seeing" that these people are indeed stuck in a paradigm that clearly needs to change then you would really need to stop and think. When someone presents me with a 'paradigm', I'm always challeneged to be that smart third party observer and see for myself but obviously, this is much more difficult because you're a character in the story, you're not the seemingly omniscient narrator and it's difficult to see things for what they are. Well, so there's the challenge and again like any other paradigm shift challenges, it made me think.  Maybe I am thinking too small, even if I convince myself that I can't start a business after school because it's not practical for me, at least now, I'll always stop and reflect if I'm saying this because I am in this certain paradigm that those speakers were talking about. Diba, at least.  Awesome capitalism. Another thing that made me consider social entrep as something I could do is the amazing help GK is offering budding social entrepreneurs. How to be a social entrepreneur in Enchanted Farm (this is what I absorbed). 1. Present a business plan. The hardcore business people will see if it's worth something, or modify and suggest things to make it more feasible and promising. Hoho. 2. They lend you capital. 3. You get to work on their land for free. It's a farm. So you raise your animals there, or you plant random important-substance-containing plant or whatever, and it's free. 4. You train your workers, and the workers are those who live in the village. An important point of social entrep is that as you grow rich, you also make those who work with you rich. I consider this as awesome capitalism. 5. The hardcore business people with tons of experience will be there to guide you as you grow your business. With all those things, my reasons for not wanting to have a business were shot down one after the other. About the 'gaining experience first' reason, that was also shot down by this speaker who worked in a multinational and said that he did not learn anything there that he could apply to building a business. He said if your reason for going corporate is to gain experience on starting a business, you're just BS-ing yourself. If he said, you wanna be rich first before going to business, then that's fine. And so, I have decided to try and do that. I will try and be rich first, do what I wanna do and when my life's pretty okay already, then I'll give social entrep a shot. But again, it's tempting to be one of the first social entreps, and like what the speaker said, our goal is to try and create a "Nestle" for the Philippines. If that happens, and I hope it would (just like the thousands of houses happening), then I think it would be extremely rewarding to be part of that 'Nestle', not just in heart but also in your bank account. :)) (I told you, I don't have a golden heart. Haha.)


This one's my favorite because of the owners. So this is co-owned by this girl, her name is Cherrie Atilano. She's an Agriculture graduate, won this big award, I think it's 10 Most Outstanding Students in the Philippines, worked for Ayala Land and has been part of many high-end projects, like Boni High Street. She left them to work for GK and start this social entrep. She also turned down a Fulbright scholarship to invest time in her business. She is truly thinking big because her goal is for the Philippines to be the number one supplier of bamboo in someplace (Asia or the world? Sorry I forgot), something like that. She is also trying to import different breeds of bamboo and try and make it grow here in the country. Awesome awesome thing to do, it's amazing. She plans to display the products in the Bamboo Palace currently being constructed. Oh they're also selling Bambike. I got to ride it. Yaay. :))




There are also other business like Theo and Philo (Chocolates, apparently, our country does not manufacture its own chocolate), EnchanTea (guessed the spelling, it's pretty good), Golden Egg (salted eggs but gold instead of red), and others I think that we weren't able to taste or see. Awesome, awesome, but they're right, you need balls to be this awesome. I hope I got to write the correct things here and well if you wanna know more, just google it, it's there. Or just go to the farm. :)

Random realizations. Totally unrelated to the post, written down for future reference. Ang dami ko palang gusto and deadma pala talaga ako at its truest sense. Sucks. I shall work on that.


P.S. The format's messed up. I think it's time to make a new blog. :))



I woke up feeling heavy hearted. I'm going back to where I started. The morning rain. And though I wish that you were here on that same old road that brought me here. Is calling me home.

I've been feeling like I had to write something soon since all I've been doing recently is sleep and watch and sleep and watch. Also, since my soul brothaaa Jose included me in his blogroll which makes me feel like I need to write something regularly, it's kinda like shizz baka may magbasa na ng blog ko (because again, I've had this blog for years and only a few of my friends knew about it. I only started tweeting my blog this year, I think.) Plus, Jose's blog (josecuarvo.wordpress.com) is freaking full of words I don't know - writer skilzz, so opposite my cheesy blog posts. So yeah, feel ko naman I had to write something, so here we go.

Cooking Shows. The downside (or not) of having so much free time is you get to think of things that 'actually' matter. I mean, honestly, during the sem I just do my best to stuff all kinds of information in my head, not really knowing why I'm doing it. I just know I have to. Also, free time means (for me) a lot of TV and it just so happens that I always get to watch cooking shows, Masterchef Australia (junior and the not junior) and Hell's Kitchen. And everytime I get to watch Masterchef, since supposedly they're amateurs, they have other jobs but they simply love cooking, it always makes me think that these people are taking their chances at doing something else, and that something else is what they really wanna do. Cheesy but true. It's the whole point of the show. And again all the other cooking shows, these chefs, they seem so happy and it always seems like they live exciting lives. Haay. No, I don't wanna be a chef, I think. I can barely fry an egg. But, what do I wanna be, anyway? It has always been a huge question for me, I really don't know what I want. I would love to be a writer (not a novelist, more of a magazine contributor or something). I also would love to be a marine biologist, just diving in all the beautiful waters of the world. I'd love to be a dancer or a photographer (though I've no patience studying and tinkering with the slr). Writing all these things down just reinforces that I'm way off base with my course, but then again I would love to go corporate and powerdress and present and have an office with a fantastic view, well, as long as I get to travel. I know slightly gasgas na ang topic of travelling in my posts so far, but watching the Move, Eat, Learn videos which have been recurring on my newsfeed just thew me into again, thinking of all the places I wanna go to. So if you haven't seen it, it's easy to google, it's on vimeo. So they are a group of three guys and they went to 11 countries and just did amazing things and filmed it. I didn't cry but I almost did, I don't know why, it's just so... good. :)) Aside from thinking of the places I wanna go to, it made me realize, again, that if I wanna travel, I need to find a travelling buddy soon. I don't wanna travel alone, it's scary. I can barely explore QC on my own. I remember my Histo teacher who has so many stories about her travels and her friends. She'd share that they just call up each other like, "Hey, let's go to Egypt." and that's it. Haay. Inggit.

So what do I really want? I wanna swim in Bali. I wanna have a jumpshot on the Great Wall. I wanna see people in kimonos in Japan. I wanna play with snow in Korea. I wanna see if the pyramids are as majestic as everyone claims. I wanna see the inside of Taj Mahal. I wanna have a picture of me 'pushing' the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I wanna skydive in South Africa. I wanna eat pizza in Naples. I wanna run up and down the stairs in Greece. I wanna see the Mayan Temples. I wanna see the Stonehenge and imagine aliens building it. I wanna party in Brazil. I wanna surf in Australia. BUT I wanna live in the Philippines. Libre mangarap.

Rebuilding my Playlist. Yes, my entire playlist because my brother was dead wrong in teaching me how to transfer music from my ipod to the pc. Looong story. It is frustrating, yes, but not so much. I've been wanting to change my playlist since ever but never having the time, and more importantly, the guts to actually delete some songs to make room for new ones. The only sad thing there is my pa-artsy bands got deleted too and I'm not sure if I can find them easily. They were from my busmate in high school because he's artsy and deep and all, and he gave me these bands to listen to. I miss those bands and I miss listening to songs that are not too mainstream. I have no problem with mainstream music, but it's nice to have something that's pretty different. So the first artists I put are Plain White T's and Taylor Swift. Judge away! :)) This leads me to my thoughts on my "being cultured", but that's going to be a long one so I'll save that for next time. 

Prepping. For HK. No actual packing and stuff yet just random thoughts like should I bring a national costume? Which camera should I bring, etc. I feel like  I'm not emotionally preparing myself for this trip but I also think I'm overthinking it. I'm more convinced of the latter. Plus, all previous JTAers said: Just dive. Also, the previous guy who went to HK said in his returning report that if there was one thing he could change, he said he wished he wasn't so "prepared" to go there. He said everyone told him what to do, where to go, and how to do these things and looking back, he'd have preferred that he learned all those things on his own. Not my style, but I was pretty convinced with it. But, a friend of mine went to HK and got me tons of maps for me to look at. Destiny wants me to at least have an idea of the place I'll be going to. Thank you Bernice. :D Because of these maps, na-excite tuloy ako. Haha.


So yeah, basically, these are the things that are occupying my head these days. I've also finally finished the video I promised my friends about our trip in Pangasinan last July. I'd post it here but my LJ is too basic, it can't support videos. I think and I don't know how to embed from vimeo. Technophob talaga.


P.S. Look at my fingernail. Yes, people, that is a strawberry! (I'll share more on that later. :) )



Something has to make you run.
I don't know why I didn't come.

So to put everything into context, I am now officially free of JTA Sem 1 school woooooork! It's so ironic, the topic chosen for me was about freedom and after my orals, as soon as Sir said, "Okay iyon lang, tapos na tayo." I literally squealed and saaid, "Freeedooooom!!!" I walked out of Dela Costa with this huge smile on my face and I just pictured myself, well, doing nothing. Priceless. So, moving on from this joyful moment (my soul is still smiling right now), what I really wanna write about is:

So, what's four months?

I mean really, what does 'four months' really mean? It sounds grammatically incorrect but whatever, I'm talking about the whole four-month period, okay. :)) I started thinking about this when I ran into my wonderful friend Mike in Mcdo last Wednesday. I was supposed to be on my way to Renan's dorm but I just had to talk to Mike [I'm totally breaking my blog name rules but whatever]. He always just happens to have the right words to say, regardless if he knows everything or nothing about any backstory you might have. So, I told him I'm freaking out about  my being gone for four months OR rather the people I luuurve (cheesy) being away from me for four months (among other things). Four months, a million things can happen in four months, actually, a million things will happen in four months, even more, depending on what things you count. I mean seriously. This is one of those things I was thinking about before applying. I can already imagine coming back to people talking about stories I've no idea of and I think I already pictured my fake laugh with the oh-really-that's-great face. It's an awful picture. Or not, I'm not really sure anymore. 

Since it's too late to do anything 'productive', I'd rather just blog (really quickly) about random thoughts this morning in Philo class. I think I suck at Philosophy and this will probably be extremely mababaw, but whatever. We've been reading and discussing Descartes Meditations of First Philosophy and I think so far the fourth meditation is the one that's most uuh, get-able. :)) 

So basically it just says that God did not give us imperfect faculties of intellect or will. Instead, our will extends beyond what our intellect can reach and every time we exercise our will over something that out intellect has no idea of, that's when we make our mistakes. So this totally made sense to me, not like the other meditations. :)) Then our teacher used the example of marriage. When you marry someone, you want to spend your lifetime with another person. You will it and well you got it. But, you don't know this 'lifetime', you have no idea what will happen 5 or 10 years from now. So I'm guessing the example was for exercising will over something we don't clearly know about; and this could be a source of error on our part. 

So, cheese alert. The first thing that came into my head is, love is irrational. Supposedly it is, right? I wouldn't know but well it seems extremely irrational sometimes, but hey, they make people extremely happy too. Then next I thought that well this just illustrates that, really, love is just this huge leap, as in it's something that just happens by 'chance.' I thought about this because the reading said that whenever we exercise our will over something we don't know of, it's either we make a mistake or if we don't, this is purely attributed to luck. And all I could really think was, love relies heavily on luck. This is not new and countless songs have been sung about being lucky in finding that one person, that one person. Haay, it's just amusing to see it in another perspective. 

High risk, high return. It's something we constantly hear in Finance these days but I first heard these words from my 4th year teacher, and he's totally right and I guess this applies to almost everything. I miss how he almost always relates econ concepts to love, it as always been ...enlightening. :)) Plus, it sticks. :D

It's barely been a week through my new sem and I'm already freaking out about everything but well, my friends would say, lagi naman akong ganito, but really, I'm overwhelmed. I just feel like things are starting to fall down out of nowhere and it's piling right in front of my face and it hasn't stopped. But, still, since I got to watch Lizzie McGuire the Movie recently (while I switched the channel from the Royal Wedding) I've got a new song stuck in my head, "The tide is high but I'm holding on, I'm gonna be your number one. I'm not the kind of girl who gives up just like that." Yes, it is grade-school-old and I love it. Don't deny you do too. :))

So, before I come diving into this new sem and as I promised, I'd share how my second sem through tons of pictures, and I didn't have time to make them into a .gif or whatever, so I just put everything here. I used to describe my this sem as a 'series of bad choices'. I felt I made so many wrong choices at the beginning and I felt I was going to be as stressed as ever. This was 'wrong' since supposedly it was our chill sem, but, Thank you God I was wrong. My series of bad choices turned out to be really great choices, and I'm guessing given the chance I'd take all those 'bad' choices again because all of those gave me these memories (see pictures) and much much more. I didn't have the time to gather everything that I would have wanted to share but I'm guessing this is it more or less, well, these were from my "Photos of Me" in fb, so I'm guessing it covers the majority of my sem. :))

Happy Easter Monday! Today's the last day of my summer vacation (but not summer hopefully!) So I had a lot of things lined up to do for my almost one month break, this included learn basic Cantonese and resume my doing yoga for abs, but as always I never got to do them which is how it's supposed to be, I guess. So anyway, one of the big things in my list is to read at least three books. [I will now try and break my post into paragraphs, though I don't particularly like doing that, because supposedly it looks more appealing to read. I've been trying a lot of things lately, like the new Yahoo Mail, I've been using Classic ever since. Just sharing.]

I'm not a reader. By reader, I mean those people who read books for leisure, or those who actually look for good books in the library and do not just read bestsellers. I'd like to think I used to one because I had so many books before and I go to the library to actually borrow books. I remember it was rare before to have to get a second library card because your first one was filled already, and I had a second library card. I'm awesome. But I guess I lost the time to read in high school and I only read the required books (I barely read them actually, I relied heavily on pinkmonkey and sparknotes. Boo me.) So, entering college, I promised myself to read more books, especially classics, because I know I'd be missing a lot if I don't. Well, so far, after high school, I think I got to read three classics. :)) Achievement yun, okay. So great. 

So I was planning to read Hunger Games on my Tita's iPad but I got distracted by Lord of the Fireflies. I know it's some famous book and I've always wanted to read it, so I started with that. But the problem with borrowing things is that my Tita kept asking for her iPad and I never got to finish reading the book, so obviously, I didn't even get to read Hunger Games. So sad. On top of that, I think half of my break was spent fixing JTA requirements that was shockingly so hard to complete. I basically found myself in school all the time, running around it and outside it. At least I found some fun between those trips but I didn't reach my target of three books. I got to read one though, I'll share that later. Hmm, where am I going with this? :)) So while I was running around school, again, I had something photocopied in LS bookstore and I found this book display thing, the one that spins, and it was full of Adarna books. 

Kids' Stories So Adarna books are these very short stories for kids, most of them legends and really cute stories. I grew up with these books. I have a Tito who, by my definition, is a reader. He used to give me a LOT of books, really nice books. I remember having books that have really great illustrations, painted by great artists. So, my 20something collection of Adarna books were all given to me by my Tito and I've read each one of them over and over. Almost all of these books have english translations beside them.


I guess what I love about these books is that they're always so charming and they explain things in a unique way (in my opinion). Like in Nasaan na si Kuya Emil, I love how the little kid was so convinced that her brother was abducted because he was acting so strangely (but it was simply because he was going through puberty), and in Chenelyn, Chenelyn the kid was also so convinced that her yaya was a superhero because she could do so many things for every single member of their family, though it was never mentioned that Chenelyn was their helper. I just loved Alamat ng Ampalaya, I guess because of the really cute pictures, especially where the vegetables would take off their "clothes" and Ampalaya would later on steal them. I remember also that there's a page in the book where the lesson would be explained by the author, that part was supposed to be for the adults.

That stack in that bookstore really made me remember all these stories I read before. I love all of them, I also had this mini collection of stories on Pilandok and his adventures. Gosh, memories. I remember having the Children's Story project in second year. I was so excited to do it and well, I think my story was so Adarna. Well, where else would I learn how to write these things, I guess. I also wrote this short story in Grade 6 "Alamat ng Mais". It got published in Junior Inquirer and is now currently hanging on top of my dresser. Oo, proud ako. :))

Maybe I was not meant to be a novel-reader, maybe I'm built to read short stories. After all, I love reading collections of short stories, I think I've read all of Neil Gaiman's anthologies already. I love that guy. Well, maybe, I love him for his twisted imagination too, just like in Adarna. It's not that twisted but it still twisted in the way because it uses kids' imagination. Mmm, children's storybook writer, I will definitely try that when I'm retired (or earlier, I have the guts), even to just get it published in Junior Inquirer again, that would be enough. :) (Though I just realized there are no more short stories featured in JI, not like before when every issue had a short story. Ohwell.)

About the one thing I read this summer, it's Elixir by Hilary Duff. I borrowed it from E. It has a nice story, it was written okay lang. Hilary Duff's just a co-author though (I'm a closet fan of hers, or in C's terms, glass closet fan since I don't really bother to hide it). It's a nice read, and it's short, don't be fooled by the thickness, it's in huge letters. :)) Not that huge, but definitely not the usual small. 

I should probably be fixing my things for tomorrow already: first day and I'm freaking out! I will try and blog later about my previous sem, hopefully. But whatever, I should add another thing on my dreams list: Have a children's book published. - Duly noted. 




When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over. 

You see, one of my many dreams is to be a magazine editor, not necessarily a fashion magazine since I wouldn't consider myself fashion forward but something like a lifestyle magazine, or if that's how you call it. I would just love to be paid to write about things I'd totally try and do for fun, like travel or maybe food or movies or whatever. So there. I've been wanting to share how I started my summer plus the significant stuff that happened before and I didn't know where to start. But after the first week of summer, I looked at my room and realized how chaotic it was and taught, I think I can explain more or less what happened through the clutter in my room. So here. As you can see I put little numbers on some objects just like in magazines (thus, the magazine editor dream introduction.) I'm so proud of myself. Hohoho.

Warning: This post will be a long narrative of my life spanning a few days. It will also be extremely random. I'd try to share some pictures in another post so this post won't take so long to load. 

1 Wound Ointment I have long stopped trying to treat my wounds with ointments. I can't even remember the last time I used this ointment but I recently had this approximately 2-cm cut in my left leg and I felt the need to do something about it. It left a scar, actually, I wonder how long before it would fade away, if it does. I hope it does at least. I got the wound after our Dancesports Finals in Savannah Moon. Yes, this is my last PE ever. I repeat, this is my last PE ever. I'm not exactly an athlete, I think I've already explained here somewhere  why I don't like sports, contact sports specifically. Basically it's because of a long string of bad experiences with sports, a lost earring and a number of wounds. So just because I think it's interesting enough to say, my PEs have been Ballroom Dancing, Tap Dancing, Table Tennis and Dancesports. Yaay.

Back to the wound, so our finals was a competition and I was part of the 3-Dances part of the competition. My partner is awesome, he's the best guy in our class and I've also danced with him for the Ateneo Dancesports Open (where we got in the Finals for Paso Doble, yaay.) Instead of dancing just 3 dances, I had to dance a total of 10 dances! I had to fill in for F who was still taking her Accounting test when her category started. Wonderful, it was fine at first. But then we got in the finals for both categories and we had to do everything twice. I was so exhausted, seriously, I shouldn't have danced during the break but all my favorite songs were playing, how could I not? So I am still extremely thankful and flattered that we got in the finals, though I think 90% of the reason was my partner, but it was really tiring. Plus, of course, the nasty wound I got which I  saw only after I got home. I was hit a lot of times because we were crowded in the dance floor. My arm was bruised because this guy accidentally hit it, then I was stepped on (or stomped on, actually) by this other guy, then of course the great kick (during Jive)  which left me the wound. Boo. The end. For those interested, we danced the Rumba, Chacha(cha, our teacher calls it chachacha but I thought it was chacha so now I'm confused.) and Jive. My favorite's the Jive. So fuuun. Okay this number 1 was longer than I expected, but whatever, now I wanna write another post for the Dancesports experience. :)) Soon.

Finally, I got to walk down Maginhawa Street (last Monday). I've been hearing and reading about it recently so I suddenly wanted to explore that strip, but I had to wait after finals week and yes people, SUMMER 2011 HAS BEGUN!!! Anyway, so my wonderful friends went with me, though their summer will just start after tomorrow, and yes we walked and ate and I shamelessly took pictures of our little food trip. I realized it was little on the way home when I realized there were seriously tons and tons of restaurants there and we only got to eat in two, but still, we went home full with food and happiness. Hohoho. So we started out having no idea of where to go or what to eat or how much it would cost us. Just for the record, I am completely and utterly broke right now. Zero. As in. I blame staying in school and having to eat dinner there and online shopping and paying for our costumes and have yet to be paid back. It could seem like the worst time to go food tripping but whatever. So, I was supposed to research beforehand where we were supposed to eat but well, I forgot and nakakatamad, plus it's more fun this way, I think. So thankfully, my friend V suggested this Italian place: Friuli. It's this tiny tiny place, reminds me of Tomato in Xavierville, unforgettable place.


So, Friuli. It doesn't seem like much from the outside, actually even from the inside. It's such a simple place and their tables are covered in that red checkered tablecloth, like in Italiannis but theirs is in green, I think. But the place looks just as I expected it to be, based on the stuff I read about Maginhawa's restaurants/eating joints/whathaveyou. So we ordered three pizzas: Barbecue Chicken, Supreme-like, then this Cheese with Tomato and Mushrooms on it. I totally forgot what they were called but they were good and they looked good! So I wasn't expecting much on the presentation and all (judgmental), but it looked really good, it was golden lemony yellow and the cheese was oozing out and the toppings were placed nicely. Everything looked good. I liked the Barbecue Chicken the best, probably why V recommended it, but the others were good too. So I think we were supposed to have 4 slices each, but E ate an extra one. She arrived at this conclusion after feeling she has eaten more than we have and after M blamed me for eating so slowly that they thought my third slice was my fourth slice. So whatever, our friend R arrived late anyways, so we halved the last remaining slice. I didn't mind, I was a bit full already anyways, three pizzas were already something. We only paid 100 each. Sulit. For me, at least. Plus I was looking forward to dessert after V suggested this place which was also mentioned by my Dad before. But V had to leave for his very important Judo training since he's required to lose 10 kilos (or pounds?). We support you. On the way out, I just had to eat some of those pepper flakes and regretted it afterwards. I felt my lips were burning as we were walking down the street. I didn't know it was going to burn, I ate pepper flakes from Yellow Cab all the time and it never burned. It was a good thing Friuli gave us free Max's and I ate one. I was actually planning to buy ice cream from ministop already, but again, I was broke and thought I'd stick with the free candy. 

So after walking down the street, I was taking pictures the whole time, we met up with M who went to Philcoa and back because she was doing something for her thing. (We support you too.) We then doubted the fact that we are capable of walking all the way down to Gayuma ni Maria. Our friend V said it was far but didn't stress how far or near it really is. So we decided to ride the trike instead, and we found out it was an awesome decision. It really was far. :)) So this place was something. As if the name wasn't enough, it looked really weird from the outside too. So I took pictuuuures. Again. As we stepped inside, I saw this little souvenir corner. I found it a bit strange for a restaurant to have a souvenir corner but again this place was something. So went and sat at the side of the restaurant, al fresco, with the Christmas lights and plants and cloth and everything. We took our time trying to choose our desserts and trying to decipher what they were. Their title were so strange, but funny. I was asking Kuya a lot already about these desserts since some of the descriptions were vague and he said we should just look at the display ref thing in front of the restaurant, so we did. (I feel like Kuya and I would have been best friends. Seriously. :)) ) Apparently, only 5 cakes were left and we were 5 anyways so we decided to get one slice of each. 

They were sooo good. I absolutely loved eaach one of them but my friends did not like this Pavlova thing. (I liked it though, it was a break from all the chocolate.) They kept blaming R for picking the Pavlova but whatever. I was slightly exhausted from eating all those cakes. Now that I remember eating them, I wanna eat those chocolate cakes again. They were sooo good and so rich and so different. Most of these slices cost only 75 each. Sulit talaga. I want to talk more about the cakes but I can't describe them better than the pictures. Basta they're all good. I wanted to buy hot chocolate to go with the cakes but it was 75 and again the broke-ness sucks. So again this place was quirky. E, C and M needed to go to the bathroom so R and I were left at the table. We have been joking the whole time that those cakes and our water, served in a vase (It was so obvious that it was a vase.) contained Gayuma ni Maria. So we were sort of freaking each other out. I told them that this is usually where the horror story begins, the seemingly insignificant parting of friends. Plus, I said R and I would be the first ones to go since we were the smaller group. Behind R was this wall with stones in it, and there was this weird looking stone beside his head. So I said, Hala Why is that different? Then he slowly tried to touch this stone and acted like he was being sucked in. Okay, this is so much funnier than it sounds. :)) Then I said maybe you'd press it and a secret room appears, R finished the idea for me. Then I said, maybe, our friends will be kidnapped and be replaced by people who merely look like them by some spell or whatever. (Yes I have a wild imagination.) I told R that we should have like a question and an answer only we will know about. After watching Here Comes the Bride, I can't help but feel it's so important. I think every group of friends should have one, in case, these things happen. (I watch to many movies.) Anyways, so it has been taken into consideration and we are supposedly going to think of that question and answer til our next thing.

E, C and M said the bathroom was upstairs and it was nice and the tables upstairs had spells on them. So R and I had to go to the bathroom but really we just wanted to see. I asked M to take pictures of the souvenir corner while we were upstairs. R and I were freaking each other out, again,as we were going up the stairs. So E, C, M had to come with us because apparently our squeals were heard downstairs. Embarrassing. So upstairs was another quirky place, so strange, with different coats in the wall, for decoration purposes only I think. We didn't get to go inside the bathroom really, and we just ended up taking pictures with the heart-patterned wall as our backdrop. This was supposedly a function room and it's pretty cool actually with low tables and pillows on the floor. Seemed very fun and light but really strange. On our way out, we saw their menu board, and their meals (which we didn't bother to look at before) were apparently named just as weirdly as the cakes. The more memorable names were NBSB and Once You Go Black You Never Go Back. I'll be sure to try those next time. So as we went out, R again acted as if there was this invisible force field that was preventing him from coming out the place. Again, this is so much funnier if you'd seen it. Unbelievable, funny talaga.I couldn't stop laughing until we were inside the trike. So obviously I loved the place. Not just for the cakes but for the weird experience, it was really fun. Well, it was probably a lot more fun because my friends are crazy, but still, the whole 'dining experience' was awesome. I don't think anybody could hate the place. So there.


So that sums up our little food trip in Maginhawa. Two down, 30 more to go. (That's just an estimate, sharing.) Definitely cannot wait to try these other places soon.