Jellyfish are aliens πŸ‘½πŸ˜³πŸ˜Ά

If we are anything like them, we should all be endowed with internal glow and immense grace for all to see 😌


Photos from Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan



This is not a product endorsement.  In fact, I avoid promoting meat food.

I never eat fast food and would surely avoid processed πŸ– meats.  When deciding what to order for lunch, I often tell myself, just have tortang talong or ampalaya (my 2 favourites).  I am not going vegan or vegetarian, but I would like to be one.  You see, I love animals and cannot deny the slaughter that goes with our favorite foods.

Anyway, here is my hypocrisy.  I do eat meat and would “have to” store ready made and easy to cook foods in the ref.   One day I ended up at Pacific Mall, Mandaue to renew my passport.  Since we were already there, we did our grocery shopping.

I picked up the 250g cooked ham. What the heck, we need this for emergency sandwiches and is worth the try.  And it was worth it.

I realised this was a Victoria’s ham, made in Bacolod.  πŸ˜

If you don’t know it yet, when it comes to food, nothing comes close to Spanish cuisine and influences than anything from Bacolod.  πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘ŒπŸΌπŸ’ƒπŸ»

I have much respect for hams that keep the fat and make them desirably tasty πŸ˜‹

For some reason, Victoria’s not found in any other grocery stores in Cebu city (not in other Metro, even Rustan’s and Robinsons – yes I looked far and wide).  So about a month after when I had to pick up my renewed passport (eagle-bearing, lyrics enduced), I sort of – hoarded the ham and bought some chorizos 😳

No this is not what i bought! This is a freezer shot.
After I get over this ham, I will attempt to become a vegetarian again.  We really should stop eating meat πŸ€”πŸ˜’πŸ™‚

My Non-Travel blogΒ 

Sometimes, a staycation is as good as it gets.  My approved leave for 2 days on a Thursday and Friday prompted an auto-lightbulb idea to get away.  But where to? We often ask.  Those airlines promos were indeed tempting, shall we go out of the country? (yes, Singapore, I thought of you and your Great Sale.) Still this was impractical and out of our budget.  So we decided, let’s just go to a nearby island.  We had a plan to go to Dumaguete and Siquijor.  

I was particularly dead-set on going to Siquijor:  land of mystic, Isla Del Fuego.  I was imagining buying those love potions and magical trinkets, and watching the reddish sunsets.  Dumaguete was not to be overlooked:  the narrowing (even non-existent) sandbar of Manjuyod, the turtles of Apo Island.  We shopped for our iPhone waterproof cases for the much needed selfies.  I had restaurants in my checklists (Baha bar in Siquijor, Hayahay tree house, or somewhere that served Dumaguete express and lots of shrimps and crabs).  Oh, the research and travel blogs were beckoning me.  In the end, information overload just got me to say, we’ll wing it when we get there.

On Wednesday, overtimed to get my work done.  While setting my OOO email reply, I had a thought, am I ready to travel, are we really going?  I got the budget done, backpacks packed and water jugs filled (and frozen, the way we like it πŸ˜‰) and alarms set at 3:00am.  But one just gets that feeling of laziness, perhaps. 

Then the sign came.  When the alarms set off, so did the thunder claps. We just said no, shut the alarms and went back to sleep.  The rains dropped really hard…SNORRRE 😴 β›ˆ

We had another attempt the following day.  By then, a lot of questions on the travel plans came.  What again are going to do in Siquijor?  Where’re we going to stay? How about this?  Decided that rainy June is not a good time for bus and ferry rides.  We can enjoy the rainy days at home, catching up on Game of Thrones or something.

This is not sour-graping at all.  It’s one of those times.  Just as one should have the liberty of travel, one should have the freedom to stay put.  I’m just glad I am one who gets to enjoy this. 😍

So for now, to keep from idleness, we do one of the other favourite things to do on rainy days, which is to bake!

this is a brookie. i requested this.
you could tell why it’s called a brookie.
kurtos kalacs aka chimney cakes
still a delicious epic fail bake. i shall attempt again, someday, maybe.

Rain, rain, rain…🌧🌧🌧

Didn’t I hear a mild thunder? Or was it Mr. Pigeon on the roof?  

On a Sunday, you would wish to be comfy-clean and not sticky-sweaty.  Chillax!  Tomorrow is a work day.

And Lo,  I hear that drum and the sky is turning gray.  I look out and gave the sky a selfie!

Time now to do the Rain dance!


Water for our land, please.

When you’re hanging on a string

…because you don’t trust your life vest!πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜³πŸ™„

Mental note:

Let it go (yup, just like Frozen!) β˜ƒ

Enough reminiscing, stop looking at your iPhone picsπŸ“±

Plan another trip🚍

Because there should be no regrets filling up your mind with inspirations πŸš€πŸŽ¨πŸΎ