Moved.

But basically the same thing. Due to recent events and an irresistible offer, I've moved. All food rants, resto reviews, misadventures of this author will now be found at:


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A post health scare celebration

Anyone who knows me knows that I love sweets. I crave cookies everyday. I am a chocoholic. I consider a meal without Coke incomplete. I am a sugar junkie and proud of it.

Though that may be my undoing. Due to recent events and arising symptoms, I was convinced to get tested for diabetes by my family. Diabetes. Can you imagine? Me. That might as well be a death sentence for the girl who lives for ice cream. I don't even like any coke variant (light, zero) other than the full on regular.

Why did I go? I guess I wanted to know for myself. It was definitely a possibility with me. Mom's whole famly has it, except for her so I can't rule it out. If you looked up the symptoms of the illness online, they're all pretty much unrelated to each other in terms of body parts and such, I couldn't deny I had the sinking feeling it might be true.

So I dragged my scared self (and Mom) off to a certain hospital in Quezon Avenue to get the blood test. And man, the test was bad enough without the results. I didn't know what was gonna happen, and for those who suspect they have it, this is what happens. First they take the first vial of blood. After which they make you drink 75 ounces of this glucose solution thing that you have to finish within five minutes. (i know that sounds easy but gah, that was dis-gus-ting.) After an hour they take another vial of blood. And another vial of blood after that. I felt like a pincushion afterwards, even if the nurse was friendly enough.

I got the results yesterday. Blood sugar levels from each hour were within the normal range (SIGH OF RELIEF). Still have to get the results to a doctor to have it examined though, but I'm pretty much in the clear.

I'm celebrating right now with a chocolate chip frap. Thanks Paul!

Changes schmanges

So I'm not an IMS anymore. For real this time.

This is what I saw when I got in yesterday morning. A station with everything but a PC. To say it was a shock was an understatement. I guess when they told me I was in at UX i didn't fully absorb it.

As the band aid was ripped off for me I went and hauled my stuff to my new station amidst claps from my so-called friends (Hmph!). I still feel a little out of place. This is the first time I've gotten a roomy station, and the first time I've been out of exile island.

Definitely an out of body experience.

And no, I haven't abandoned my IMS family. Even if they do want me out and have booted me out, I'm still here. Ha!

Just how far would you go?

To watch a movie.... I went out in the pouring rain. When all my senses were screaming at me to throw on jammies and hide under the covers, I went out. I had to watch The Dark Knight. Everyone I know who's watched it has been pushing at me to watch it, and yeah, I've been waiting to watch it since i saw the trailer in May.

And yes. This is me telling you my 5 readers to watch the movie. I was on tetherhooks the whole time i was in there. Between bites of my cookie, sips of rootbeer and refusing popcorn, (Why did I refuse the perennial movie treat? Last time I went to the movies, I bought a huge bag of popcorn and hardly made a dent in it, so I'm a little off popcorn now.) I could hardly take my eyes off the screen. Definitely not a feel good movie. Definitely not the fun lighter fare that the last two of the series before it (Batman Forever and Batman and Robin).

Definitely a good movie.

My cough is back. I dunno why. I've only just started drinking cold stuff again, and had a chockylit bar again last weekend. Sunday night i was coughing again. Pretty annoying. I haven't even had a crepe yet and I'm dying to. But i won't be able to enjoy if I have the threat of a relapse hanging over my head. I would love to be able to sing without coughing again. I miss it.

I would scream for ice cream.

Say what you need to say

Wouldn't it be great if we could say what we wanted to say anytime and anywhere? I would so love that. I keep a lot of my outrageous thoughts to myself, for fear of hurting people (and also of sounding like a freak a lot of times) but here goes. Saying what i need to say... But not totally to the people i need to say them to, and no names just airing them out so I don't have to keep them in anymore. Coz I'm getting too heavy around the hips with all the stuff i really want to say and I'm getting bone tired of carrying all the weight. Wahahaha.

To a friend who's constantly getting himself/herself into situations he/she can avoid and then always bemoaning his/her troubles: "Aren't you tired of all the drama? You have everything in the world to be grateful for, Why focus on the bad things?"

To someone random and would totally freak out if I told them this: "You smell so good. How do you do it?"

To a friend who's gone astray: "I know you can be a good person... Why do you have to let the douche in you win everytime?"

To someone close to me: "Please stop being poison. I'm scared of what that might mean to everyone else who gets in contact with you."

To someone who I see all the good in: "I do hope you find the person to make you happy. Coz you're one of the best people i know, anyone would be lucky to have you."

To a close friend: " I love you and all, but sometimes I don't understand your choices. I know you know better, please choose better."

To someone important: "I think you know how much you matter. So please don't be so mean."

To someone I never thought I would like (just like, not like in that way): "Thanks for being a decent person among the sea of crazy. You're a port in the storm."

To someone I'm totally curious about: "You make it really hard to get to know you. I don't know what to do with that."

To someone who knows me: "You don't like me very much huh?"

The Pancake House generation: I has it.

I am a kid who grew up wanting to go to Pancake house more than anywhere else as far as I can remember. I guess it was my mom's influence, the places we went to were places she liked, and she liked their tacos so we went there a lot as a kid. I still remember the Sundays going to SM North Annex, sitting down eating pancakes and getting milkshakes. It was a time where I could eat sweets for a meal and I loved it. It was the same each time. Chocolate chip pancakes. Vanilla milkshake. Taco and maybe a banana split afterwards.

So the Pancake house ads with the emphasis on Pancake house impacting families for generations are right on the money. We are definitely a part of that demographic.

Long intro. Sunday lunch with the family (minus teh pater who went to Batangas) and I dragged their butts to pancake house coz I wanted tacos. Ate so much. The steak, pancakes, and taco i ordered where polished off within minutes. (I was hungry so sue me.) Half of me felt guilty after eating all that while the more dominant half was rubbing it in my brother's face coz he had to eat a SALAD. To be fair, i like salads. (Notably Chocolate Kiss's caesar) But not as a meal.

And of course since we were in SM North, we absolutely had to go to Sebastian's and eat. Banana cream pie. Macademia white. Mango Sansrival. Eat your heart out.

I can eat ice cream again. I'm human.

And yesterday off we went to MOA. Team Gastos style to (belatedly) celebrate Wick's birthday. Watched Hancock. (It was ok) Ate at those paluto places at the bayfront. Seafood galore. (Dampa at Paranaque is still the best place to do that though.) Took a lot of pictures. Whole lotta fun.

A bit of a segway. While we were walking at the seaside I could hear the water. There really is nothing like it to relax me. I so want to go to the beach now, dig toes into sad, dive in the water, feel the sun on my skin.

Can we go to the beach now?

What's your secret?

Everyone has a secret. And lately I've been addicted to people's secrets. Well, actually just to postsecret. For the unfamiliar, http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/ is a site which publish people's secrets. Totally anonymous. And on postcards. I've known about this site for a while, it updates every Sunday and it's how i start my week. It's amazing how many secrets I can relate to, from the dramatic to the funny. I hope one day I'll be able to send a postcard about my secret. Whichever one I do decide to share.