Optimistic last June 2020 when we booked a trip to Boracay for May 2021. "Malayo pa naman."
But here we are; yet again, cancelled flights, open time quarantine, and the ever-growing list of its classification.
This was supposed to be our final indulgence. And for now, I bid farewell to booking flights, at least 'til everything sort itself.
We didn't cancel our leave at work, and decided to have breakfast and coffee in Tagaytay instead.
I enjoyed the change of scenery, fresh air, and our delicious breakfast!





For a brief period in 2014, we rented an apartment in Pilar with Tata Dear. It was shortly after Papong left for UAE. Knolan left weeks into me moving in and I sort of forced Ali to live with us so we can split the cost of rent.
Tata did some cooking but Ali and I mostly just buy from nearby carenderia. I was introduced to "Putsi Ko Ay", and I still miss their Gintaang Sitaw Kalabasa to this date.
I remember back when we were newly weds, one of the very first ulam he cooked was Ginataang Sitaw Kalabasa. I hold great affection for this particular vegetable.
I can't stop thinking about food. I can't keep my emotions in check. My hormones are probably vacillating between a Woodstock Festival and an Opera in my system and I just can't chill.
I puked pretty much my entire meal yesterday and I wanted to mourn for my Jollibee Burgersteak. Is it normal to wanna cry for vomit? Most likely not.
And ODK why did I get inggit with a'L's Cookies n Cream Instagram post?! Cookies n Cream?!!!! The flavor I thought to be beneath me is now mocking me!
But there's calmness at night.
I had half a green apple for dinner.
I did not want to consume anything more.
If only I had one of those round fruit candies that come in dainty tin cans, I'd have one for dessert.
That was the past 3 weeks.
This week, I dislike everything, well not exactly, but everything is "meh". Even *dramatic pause* -- get this - Mi Goreng.
Fortunately, the food at Juicy & Mike's wedding were all masarap.

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