Life Imitates... Not Art
So there I was in a roomful of such people. Despite getting a sense of regret as they tell their stories, it is sad that they would go on living their telenovela plot. I’d be depressed if I wasn’t fortified by a rare UP day with my family, including mom and Puck, the dog. We went on a whim, when a clear day suddenly presented itself after a typhoon. I haven’t been to UP in months and my body ached with the exercise.
book at hand. That’s when I wasn’t running with the dog or taking pictures. My Sony Ericsson 660i with the great camera is now fixed. It’s been a while.
Of course we ended the day with a family meal at Chic-Boy, West Avenue. Unlimited rice, soup and bottomless iced tea -loads of crunchy garlic sprinkled on top of the chicken oil drizzled rice and on the soup, calamares (fried squid rings); sinigang na baboy (sour soup pork); and the star chicken inihaw (grilled chicken). The pictures on their website is way better than my half-eaten shots hahaha.
I did some baking again, too! Chocolate and cream cheese pistachio; Tsok-nut and cappucino flavored marshmallow and chocolate; and our Independence Day “throw everything on it” chocolate cake! Nixed the dieting and restraint – tao