I've been wanting to dedicate a small corner of my blog to chronicle my local and international adventures, but I just realized yesterday that with all the tags I've been putting--it's next to impossible. I tried to get my ducks in a row yesterday but I couldn't keep up with all the mislabeled posts. I managed to keep track of some of the places I remember blogging about, but got too lazy to really check on everything. But hey, here's to trying? Yes. 

Speaking of adventures, this is an overdue post from 2 months ago. I was thinking if I should still blog about it since this spot is quite commonplace during the summer. But since I'm really trying to organize my travel posts, I figured I should. 

I remember being fond of make-up when I was a child. But I also remember being utterly terrified by it when I swallowed a tube of our house helper's chocolate-flavored lipstick. In my defense, I was kid--and I thought make-up was edible. From there, I sort of developed this phobia when it comes to make-up. It also didn't help that my school didn't allow make-up, even when we were already in highschool. My basic staples were baby powder, oil film and lip gloss. I don't know about you but we bragged about all sort of Chapstick or Maybelline lip gloss flavors in high school. I remember being the cool girl one time because my Grandma got me Lip Smackers in Candy Confetti and I was the first girl in class to ever have that flavor, lol. 

Growing up, I didn't really feel the need to invest in make-up. One big factor would be not seeing my Mom wear make-up, ever. Well, she did some times. Mostly during school occasions and it would be a teenee-tiny dab of pale lipstick. Until now, I still don't see the need to invest in expensive brushes, contouring shit, sponges, to name a few. I have learned to add a bit of color to my face though, lol! If that's something I can even be proud of. My interest in make-up may grow in the future but for now, I'm fine with my everyday beauty essentials. 

I've been dying to cook ribs since I got my mini oven. I know I've raved about that mean machine of a kitchen appliance since I got it and I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon. There's just so much to discover in the wonderful world of baking. I haven't even gone to pastries yet! As of the moment, I've only explored veggies and chicken. I've abused the art of baking my vegetables to death because it's highly convenient if you're always on the go. I prepare my veggies during the weekend and pop them in the oven when I don't have a lot of time to spend on cooking. 

I've tried baking pork in the form of Bacon-wrapped Enoki mushrooms. Because, why the hell not? Nothing ever goes wrong with bacon--well, except this. My experiments usually dwell within the confines of Chicken to vegetables. I'm a bit scared when it comes to dealing with Pork because a lot of things can go wrong. And it's not cheap too. 

I am an exceptionally dramatic person. Case in point, I always get nostalgic when I go to QC. I lived and worked in QC for about 5 years and it's like my comfort zone in Manila. It's not in ANY way similar to Baguio, of course. But I get a comforting feeling of familiarity when I go there knowing most of my friends live around the area. I know where to go for cheap drinks, I know where to go for a quick bite, I know where to retreat when I want to be alone. Aside from nostalgia, there's also a sense of bliss knowing I can prance along Maginhawa and satisfy my hungerlust. 

While driving along Maginhawa (I didn't really get to prance around because it was hot), we saw a lot of enticing restaurants we wanted to try but of course our tummies can only handle so much, we decided on Yvan Navy. Unfortunately, we were told they won't be opening until 3PM. We went there around lunch time and realized we were too hungry to wait. We drove again and saw Abdul The Cool. Before that, I remember seeing a friend on Facebook rave about the food so I thought we should find out ourselves. So, Abdul The Cool it is. Side note, I just realized how tedious the decision-making process is when looking for a place to eat. Or maybe I'm just immensely indecisive.