So I went into a room in Rome, and found a seaweed made of comb.
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So I went into a room in Rome, and found a seaweed made of comb.

Maybe this hair.
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Maybe this hair.

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This mountain dog deserves his own post. 
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This mountain dog deserves his own post. 

SAGADA in film. Fantastic Mr. Piglet 
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SAGADA in film.

Fantastic Mr. Piglet 

Dear Papa John’s,  Do you ever have days when you just want to lounge around and eat good food? Where you’re too depressed about the world around you, and the only solution to life’s hardest problem is a slice of delicious pizza?  Well those days are in my life right now. Often. Today, I texted my friend Det (again) for back-up, as we take on one of the newest pizza chain to sprung up in Tomas Morato - Papa John’s. We had the: Pizza Margherita Super Papa pizza Chicken sampler Unlimited softdrinks Pizza Margherita - no basil? are you kidding me. Took home almost 6 slices of this pizza. Guess the Super Papa just out-shined this simple recipe, which  lacked its key ingredient - THE BASIL! The Chicken Sampler consisting of - 3 piece wings, 3 strips, potato wedges, and 3 kinds of dipping sauce Good enough. Nothing special, but the garlic sauce was the best one of all the dipping sauces.  They serve their pizza with a whole Jalapeno for some spiciness and butter dipping sauce for the crust. Pretty cool, especially if you’re a masochistic spicy lover. The Super Papa - Mozzarella, Olives, Mushrooms, Pepperoni, Bell Peppers, Onions, and Italian Sausage It was nice meeting you dear Papa. Of course, I took out all the meat from this pizza, but still the flavors were good. Who could resist the bell peppers and mushrooms and mozzarella and olives? Not me.  This isn’t our first Papa John’s experience. If I could remember correctly, we tried the one in Galleria from way way back. But the service in their Morato branch is definitely better.
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Dear Papa John’s, 

Do you ever have days when you just want to lounge around and eat good food? Where you’re too depressed about the world around you, and the only solution to life’s hardest problem is a slice of delicious pizza? 

Well those days are in my life right now. Often.

Today, I texted my friend Det (again) for back-up, as we take on one of the newest pizza chain to sprung up in Tomas Morato - Papa John’s.

We had the:

Pizza Margherita

Super Papa pizza

Chicken sampler

Unlimited softdrinks

Pizza Margherita - no basil? are you kidding me. Took home almost 6 slices of this pizza. Guess the Super Papa just out-shined this simple recipe, which  lacked its key ingredient - THE BASIL!

The Chicken Sampler consisting of - 3 piece wings, 3 strips, potato wedges, and 3 kinds of dipping sauce

Good enough. Nothing special, but the garlic sauce was the best one of all the dipping sauces. 

They serve their pizza with a whole Jalapeno for some spiciness and butter dipping sauce for the crust. Pretty cool, especially if you’re a masochistic spicy lover.

The Super Papa - Mozzarella, Olives, Mushrooms, Pepperoni, Bell Peppers, Onions, and Italian Sausage

It was nice meeting you dear Papa. Of course, I took out all the meat from this pizza, but still the flavors were good. Who could resist the bell peppers and mushrooms and mozzarella and olives? Not me. 

This isn’t our first Papa John’s experience. If I could remember correctly, we tried the one in Galleria from way way back. But the service in their Morato branch is definitely better.

MY ATTEMPTS AT FLIGHT

My goodness, the amount of garbage in our apartment is abysmal. So today, we tried our hands on a little cleaning. Pick a trash here, throw the papers there. Then lo and behold, I found the lost disc of my zipline adventure in Bohol. Almost all of the pictures are blurry, but I can’t really blame the ate who took them.

Zooming in the air for approximately 45 seconds was really great. But posting a picture of me looking happy is all I can do to show you how I felt. Plus to lengthen this post, here are some obnoxiously non-related pics. Smiley.

My Reading Playlist: Dreaming My Dreams - The Cranberries One Day Like This - Elbow Film Music - Electrelane Floaters - Arms Adventure.exe - Final Fantasy In Between Days - The Cure Gravity - Sara Bareilles All I Want Is You - U2 These are the songs that are currently playing on my bedside. [while I’m reading a supposedly heartbreaking book]
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My Reading Playlist:

Dreaming My Dreams - The Cranberries

One Day Like This - Elbow

Film Music - Electrelane

Floaters - Arms

Adventure.exe - Final Fantasy

In Between Days - The Cure

Gravity - Sara Bareilles

All I Want Is You - U2

These are the songs that are currently playing on my bedside. [while I’m reading a supposedly heartbreaking book]


The Ephemeral Bus Ride Disclaimer: please pardon the emotional/sentimental/personal theme of this post. My dad has a malignant disease. There, I said it. I think I’ve cried more these past few weeks, than I ever did in my whole life (so far). The first question on my head was “why? why us?”, then someone knocked some sense in to my head - she said its futile to ask that question. There was really no use in asking, because the answer would simply be “why not?”.  I can’t really say something philosophical that would be able to inspire anyone who would go through the same situation as my family’s. I’m still finding ways to cope, researching of means I could help, and basically trying to grasp what is happening. Gah, this is so hard. That is the only fact I could tell you. It is HARD as fuck. Sometimes, I take comfort in knowing that death can claim us at any moment, not just my dad. Even during a mundane bus ride. I know that this is a little grim, but think about it - an accident might happen or a bomb might explode. I keep thinking at least dad got a warning. A fucking big WARNING sign that the end is (hopefully not) nearing.  But bottom line, I/we are not going to give up. No matter what they tell us, I have faith in my dad - and am learning to have faith in the big BEING above. 
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The Ephemeral Bus Ride

Disclaimer: please pardon the emotional/sentimental/personal theme of this post.

My dad has a malignant disease. There, I said it. I think I’ve cried more these past few weeks, than I ever did in my whole life (so far). The first question on my head was “why? why us?”, then someone knocked some sense in to my head - she said its futile to ask that question. There was really no use in asking, because the answer would simply be “why not?”. 

I can’t really say something philosophical that would be able to inspire anyone who would go through the same situation as my family’s. I’m still finding ways to cope, researching of means I could help, and basically trying to grasp what is happening. Gah, this is so hard. That is the only fact I could tell you. It is HARD as fuck.

Sometimes, I take comfort in knowing that death can claim us at any moment, not just my dad. Even during a mundane bus ride. I know that this is a little grim, but think about it - an accident might happen or a bomb might explode. I keep thinking at least dad got a warning. A fucking big WARNING sign that the end is (hopefully not) nearing. 

But bottom line, I/we are not going to give up. No matter what they tell us, I have faith in my dad - and am learning to have faith in the big BEING above. 

Let me bore you with my driving.

    

Out of boredom, I thought of going out. (Please be reminded that I was alone in our house - in Bulacan). Being in the province meant one thing, there is not much you can do in these parts of the archipelago. So I drove around and found myself in the fields. 

   

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A little bit under the weather, because of the whole pop-in-the-hospital daddy issue. In times like these, food and TMZ will get me through. :D
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A little bit under the weather, because of the whole pop-in-the-hospital daddy issue. In times like these, food and TMZ will get me through. :D