Wednesday, August 28, 2024


It seems like it was only yesterday that I visited Sanrio Puroland to visit Hello Kitty for her 40th birthday and this year she's already celebrating her 50th anniversary. How fast time flies! I may be getting older but Hello Kitty will always remain the cute anthropomorphic cat that she is. We won't be able to fly to Tokyo this year but we can celebrate Hello Kitty and her Sanrio pals with a box of Hello Kitty x Krispy Kreme! Very cute and yummy donuts that are a delight in every bite.

Get these cute Sanrio themed  donuts at your nearest Krispy Kreme store. These are limited edition donuts so get them while you can!  



Wednesday, August 21, 2024


I believe in the adage, Mother Nature knows best!

All the while I thought my Monstera Deliciosa acquired during the pandemic would wither and die. I placed it indoors for a year and sadly noticed its stunted growth. One morning I decided to bring it out in the garden for it to bask in warm sunshine. The rainy days came and its daily bath of monsoon rain surprisingly nourished its roots. Soon I started to see leaves unfurling. In due time, it bloomed to what it is today--a beautiful plant with luxuriant leaves.

If you have an indoor plant that's struggling to bloom, take it outdoors and let nature do its magic. You'll thank me later. 

Monday, August 19, 2024


Like the rest of Generation X, I lived half of my life offline. There were no smartphones, tablets, or social networking sites when I was younger. Social media arrived relatively late in our lives, and for the most part, I enjoyed the analog, lo-fi lifestyle. Search engines were unheard of, and “mental telepathy” was our primary mode of communication—especially among friends with no landline telephones. Sometimes I wonder how we navigated and survived the pre-Internet world, but we did. Then Gen-X practically invented the digital age, and life was never the same.

Fast forward to around Y2K, when computing evolved at a dizzying pace. We found ourselves at the cusp of another technological milestone—the age of dial-up Internet, primitive social media, and the rise of the so-called global village. We witnessed technological and cultural acceleration in a way no previous generation had experienced. We were thrilled when we got our first email accounts. Then came file- and music-sharing services, electronic bulletin boards, self-publishing platforms, photoblogging, and microblogging sites like Facebook and Twitter.

I’ve seen social sharing platforms come and go and have probably tested nearly every social media app—from Tumblr to Flickr. I grew up a bookworm, so it’s no surprise that the format that resonated with me most was Blogger, the long-form self-publishing platform introduced by Pyra Labs in 1999. I’ve been blogging since Blogger was still in beta and have witnessed several reincarnations of my online journals. I’ve maintained blogs, outgrown them, and deleted some along the way. My longest-running blog still exists, and I’ll probably have enough permalink memories to reminisce over when I turn 70. My relationship with the Internet and social media has always been cyclical—a love-hate affair that continues to this day.

To clarify, self-publishing platforms are not inherently social media unless commenting and sharing are enabled. Expressing oneself freely—sometimes tongue-in-cheek—is the essence of personal publishing. This empowering, game-changing aspect is what gives it a sustainable following, even in a world dominated by Facebook and TikTok.

In contrast, younger generations appear deeply immersed in short-form content platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. These platforms limit words and visuals, often stripping away context and nuance. In this case, a little information can be dangerous. This is one reason I’ve never been a fan of platforms where a one-sentence update passes as a blog post.

Millennials and Gen-Z were born into a world where content is primarily digital and instantly accessible through gadgets and mobile phones. Social media apps come pre-installed—factory settings for modern life. There seems to be no escape from the pressure to participate. It’s unsurprising that younger generations experience unintended mental and emotional effects from social media; unlike Gen-X, they weren’t gradually introduced to the technology.

As someone who lived through the analog-to-digital transition, I’ve learned—through experience—that it is possible to disengage from the harmful effects of social media without spiraling into mental health dysfunction. Here are a few insights gleaned from decades of my complicated relationship with the Internet:

  • Social media presents a mediated version of reality. Filters, edits, and curated feeds give life a glossy overlay. Art imitates life, and sometimes the reverse is true. Everything online is not what it seems. Still, these tools can also enhance creativity and imagination.

  • Choose platforms that fit your lifestyle and needs. There’s no obligation to be omnipresent online. Everyone is essentially a beta tester and a data point for advertisers.

  • Set personal boundaries. Control how much of your world you share. Disable comments, limit audiences, and curate your feed to include inspiring creators while filtering out content that triggers negativity.

  • Social media doesn’t belong in the bathroom. Delete apps from your phone and access them only on selected devices—for your mental health.

  • Find your tribe. If you’re passionate about certain hobbies or interests, seek like-minded people on platforms like Pinterest, Threads, Instagram, or Substack. These spaces can still be valuable for learning and connection.

  • Anonymity breeds entitlement. The Internet gives people license to be harsh and toxic in ways they wouldn’t be in real life. Thoughtful discourse is rare. If you encounter vitriol, turn off comments. Words only hurt if you let them. In true Gen-X fashion, we give zero fucks to keyboard warriors.

  • Live like it’s 1999. Constant connectivity can rob us of joy. Not every breakfast or OOTD needs documentation. The best memories live in our minds—not on our feeds.

  • Don’t seek validation online. Likes and approval are fleeting. You’re a mere speck in the information superhighway. The Internet was never about you—and it will exist with or without you.

The Internet was meant to be a playground.

It was all fun and games—until someone monetized it.                                      

Sunday, August 18, 2024


If you love tres delicieux flaky pastry like croissant and au bon pain, you will find your fill of classic French pastry at Born in Bread. Located at Riverside Strip near Atria Ayala Mall in Mandurriao district, the bakery cafe is  ideal for a low-key weekend brunch and coffee dates. Dine al fresco on balmy days to enjoy a relaxing Emily in Paris weekend vibe.

 C’est bon! 





Born in Bread
Riverside Strip, Pacencia T. Pison Avenue, Mandurriao, Iloilo City
Email: borninbreadph@gmail.com


 

Tuesday, August 13, 2024



Filipinos have their halo-halo, Koreans have their bingsu and the Japanese have their kakigori. Unlike halo-halo which is served in big bowls, kakigori is on the refined, restrained side. The dessert which originated as far back as the 10th century is a delicious serving of pure, fluffy shaved ice (almost resembling snow) with traditional Japanese flavors. The garnishing is simple, almost minimalistic and flavor variants are usually singular unlike the mishmash of flavors found in halo-halo. Usually served in  teacup size ceramic bowls, the kakigori resembles a flat-top mountain and is served with traditional accompaniments like a dollop of ice cream, fruit syrup, adzuki beans, mochi or boba pearls. Learn more about kakigori here

I'm delighted that Hakata Ramen, our neighborhood ramen bar now serves this refreshing dessert as a fitting sweet ending to their signature ramen dishes. If you get your ramen fix at Hakata, don't forget to order the kakigori. There are three flavors to choose from: ube, mango and matcha. Speaking of matcha, they also serve excellent matcha latte. 

Hope you try this Japanese style shaved ice dessert soon. It's also available for take-away via Grab Foods. 



Wednesday, July 31, 2024


It's the last day of rainy July and we're heading full blast into stormy August, a month usually associated with typhoons, Hungry Ghost Festival, financial scarcity and calamity. Keeping a good vibe is key to sailing through the difficult months with ease.

The key to staying positive during gloomy months is to acknowledge the little  things that bring us joy. Here are my rainy day pick-me-ups:


I love the Thai mango sticky rice snack pack from my local 7-11 convenience store. It's deliciously fresh and satisfying.


I was surprised to find this  winter cabin inspired aromatherapy candle from Mandaue Foam Jaro branch. What a lovely scent to unwind to after a long, tiring day at work. I use a candle warmer to keep things safe. 


This is a Miffy coffee stencil but it doesn't look like Miffy at all. Maybe I just don't know the proper technique. Despite its wonky look, I love it just the same!


Share your favorite pick-me-ups in the comment section above. 

Thursday, July 18, 2024

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Some days are best spent slowly—wrapped in oversized sweaters, listening to the steady rhythm of rain against the windows, and finding comfort in the small rituals that make gloomy afternoons feel unexpectedly soft and beautiful.

 
 
Rainy days are here and I love it. The wet season is the only time I can enjoy below 30C temperatures, wear cozy clothing and wear rain boots again. The rainy season this year is quite on the excessive side due to La Niña phenomenon but all things being equal, this season is the perfect time to catch up on my reading, work on my hobbies and get more restful sleep.

Pluviophile or not, here are ways on how we can enjoy the rainy days:

1. Buy a pretty umbrella. If you want  Tokyo style rainy days, get a transparent one from Daiso.

2. Stack up on your favorite tea flavors at home and at work. I particularly love kuchicha and cranberry teas on rainy days. 

3. Make homemade soup during rainy weekends.

4. Listen to some lo-fi rainy soundtracks on YouTube. 

5. Snuggle with your cat and  your  fave fleece blanket.

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6. Hang-out in your favorite cafe and enjoy the rainy city view.

7. Clean and organize your room.

8. Decorate your room cottagecore style.

9. Stay healthy by taking immunity boosting vitamins.

10. Take some rainy day photos and make a digital scrapbook.


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Saturday, July 13, 2024


Bienvenidos a Zamboanga!

It was my first time to visit Zamboanga City last week. Dubbed as Asia's latin city, Zamboanga has its peculiar charm as reflected by its rich history and melting pot of languages. One of the first things I check out when I'm visiting a new city is its museums and galleries. The must-visit museum in the city is the historic Fort Pilar (Real Fuerte de Nuestra Senora del Pilar de Zaragoza), a military defense fortress built during the 17th century.

The National Museum of the Philippines-Zamboanga in Fort Pilar is adjacent to the shrine of Nuestra Senora La Virgen del Pilar de Zamboanga. The museum's fortress door opens to an imposing and spacious courtyard surrounded by buildings that house permanent and featured exhibitions.



Bert Monterona's All-Out Peace Not War/Kalinaw Hindi Digmaan, a collection of 22 advocacy art promoting peace, rights of women and environmental protection. 







Filipinas: Photographs by Isa Lorenzo is a collection of black and white portrait photography featuring selected Filipina women who are movers and shakers in their respective fields. 



The permanent exhibition of marine life of Zamboanga, Sulu and  Basilan features dioramas of 400 marine life specimens.







Sunday, June 30, 2024


Life is busy and can get crazy somtimes. Thank goodness there are magazines that remind us to take a break to focus on our health and well-being. Breathe Magazine Journal is one of the magazines I picked up from Waitrose while I was in the UK. It is full of inspiring mindfulness articles and reading it with your favorite cup of tea is relaxing. You can find the online version of the Breathe Magazine here. Enjoy and happy weekend. 

Wednesday, June 26, 2024

I've been in a midyear slump lately. Life has been in a state of ennui with the advent of the La Nina season and June being the "hump month" of the year. I'm looking back on the last five months and so far I only got to check a few items off my annual bucket list. This is not going to be an eventful, exciting year but I'm cruising merrily along. Six months to go before Christmas. So looking forward to the festive “ber” months. 

Sometimes when I get the blahs, I would step out of my daily routine to enjoy some fresh air and stare into open, scenic views. It’s better than hitting the mall and getting drowned with caffeine and cacophony. Open spaces always get me in a reframed state of mind. Inhale. Exhale. 


I'm glad my tiny city has its own share of parks and open spaces beside bodies of water. The network of esplanades in the city has been a great help to my mental health and well-being. Walking along the winding paths along Iloilo River is therapeutic and helps me collect my thoughts for serious introspection and reflection. Sometimes I’d get a eureka moment while walking. Most of the time, a lungful of fresh air is enough to unload pent-up stress. Gazing at the placid waters of the Iloilo River also has a calming effect. I would bring my noise-cancelling earphones, load up my Spotify playlist and soak up the zen.

Check out my playlist made for those early morning or evening walks along the River Esplanade. Click on the image below to open. Enjoy!














 

Saturday, June 22, 2024


Here is the second installment of my JFF 2024 film review. This next film runs on a darker theme which involves suicide, child abuse and lots of cigarette smoking. 

My Broken Mariko is one of the diverse films featured during the recently concluded Japanese Film Festival Online 2024. As a live-action adaptation from the manga of the same title, this psychological drama delves on the story of two best friends and schoolmates Tomoyo Shiino and Mariko Ikagawa. Growing up, Tomoyo was a witness to Mariko's fractured soul. Being neighbors in a low-cost apartment complex, she would hear Mariko's tortured screams on a daily basis. Living with an extremely abusive and violent father took its psychological toll on the fragile Mariko who would often go to school with her face covered in bandages. It is her feeble attempt to hide bruises and blisters from the physical abuse that she routinely suffers. Tomoyo on the other hand is a premature cigarette smoker who learned to smoke in grade school. She tries fo hide her little vice by wearing strong perfume to mask the stubborn cigarette smoke clinging to her school uniform. Cigarette smoke is apparently a veil from where she could hide from the dysfunction that she sees in Mariko’s household. A kind and empathetic soul, Tomoyo has many times tried to save her friend from chronic domestic abuse but has not succeeded. 

Many years have passed and the two girls have grown into young adults with Tomoyo turning into an angsty, overworked office worker. After work, they would find time to bond over street food and share hopes, dreams and bucket lists like when they were still giggling schoolgirls.  Mariko shares her dream of living with Tomoyo (and a cat!) if neither of them gets married and they turn into wrinkly spinsters. 

One day, while deep in work, she hears the news on television that a woman has committed suicide by jumping from the 5th floor of an apartment. The woman turned out to be her friend, Mariko. Too stunned and shocked, Tomoyo abandons  her work and runs to the exit, much to the annoyance of her boss whom she nicknames "asshole boss" on her phone contact list. She runs to Mariko's address only to find the apartment already emptied out. She also heard that Mariko's body had been cremated and her ashes are in her parent's house in their old neighborhood complex. Mariko as a young girl had repeatedly tried to take her own life but this time she really succeeded. 

Tomoyo rushes home and gets into her bandit get-up to steal Mariko's ashes from her parent's highly dysfunctional household. She hides a kitchen knife in her bag just in case. She figures that by stealing Mariko's ashes, she will be able to liberate her friend from suffering even in the afterlife. After a violent scuffle witn Mariko’s dad, she was able to retrieve her friend’s ashes kept in a white box. She then goes on a train journey to a certain seaside town which is one of Mariko's wishlist of places to visit. Along the way, she stops at a noodle shop, ordering two big bowls of ramen-one for her and one for Mariko who in spirit is accompanying her. 

When she was almost near her destination, a motorcycle riding thug snatched her backpack which left her with no food and money. Luckily, some kind stranger (a hobbyist fisherman I presume) took pity on her and gave her money enough for overnight provisions and a train ride back to Tokyo.

While on top of a grassy hillside, Tomoyo goes on an emotional soliloquy expressing everything she wanted to say to Mariko--her grief and her loss of losing a best friend. Screaming into the wind, she questions why Mariko left her alone in the world when they had so many dreams yet unfulfilled. In throes of despair, Tomoyo suddenly lurches towards the edge of the hill to throw herself down into the craggy rocks below. The kind stranger who heard her tear-filled soliloquy saved her just in time before she could follow Mariko into the afterlife. In a distance, a young girl is running away from a man who apparently wanted to assault her. It triggered memories of Mariko's desperation to escape from domestic violence, from a life of relentless cruelty. Almost by impulse, she charges towards the man hitting his head with the box containing Mariko's ashes. The ashes unceremoniously get dispersed into the wind and Mariko's journey towards liberation is suddenly completed. Tomoyo's healing also begins.

Tomoyo is slightly injured and is accompanied by the kind stranger to a hospital clinic. She comes out wearing a crutch. While at the clinic, she also receives a heartwarming letter filled with profuse gratitude from the girl she saved. 

Mid day  comes and Tomoyo is ready to go home to Tokyo. The kind stranger sends her off at the train stop, giving her a box of delicious bento meal to fill her grawling tummy. He also gives her some comforting, parting words:




She returns to work and promptly hands in a resignation letter to her asshole boss who shredded the letter in front of her. It seems she would have to stay a little  bit longer in her soul sucking job before life throws her a better opportunity. The film ends with Tomoyo going back to her ramshackle flat, to the ordinary life post- Mariko. She finds a letter in her mailbox. It’s from the girl she saved in the seaside town. While reading, a slow smile lights up her face. We don’t know what the letter says but her dark room fills with hope. 

Of all the three and a half films I watched during the Japanese Film Festival this storyline hits a major nerve because some of the plot is similar to the story of my friend who passed away not to suicide but to a sudden, unexplained illness. Unlike in the movie,  she was not a childhood friend but a co-worker in a radio station that I used to work for. We became very good friends eventually, almost like soul sisters.  She was an old soul and a kindred spirit and we shared the same interest in cooking and other artistic pursuits. She would disappear for years and re-emerge suddenly. I would be like, “WTH, where have you been the past five years?” Just like Mariko, she was a product of emotional abuse and was made to feel unloved and unaccepted in her early life. Her spirit was also broken into shards. Life treated her so cruelly that her past was sadly more dramatic than the afternoon teleseryes I see on television.The most painful part is that after she resurfaced, she disappeared again and one day a mutual online friend messaged me that she passed away after New Year’s Day and her remains were immediately cremated. Unlike in the film My Broken Mariko, her ashes remained with her relatives somewhere in a far northern town. Her death left me with guilt that I could have saved her just like Tomoyo. I could have done a heist and scatter her ashes in the Strait of Guimaras. 

My Broken Mariko is one of those rare movies that allow you to get introspective about life and death- the-could-have beens and the should-have-beens. It offers the realization that life is a continuum and not just beginnings and endings. 

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