November 30, 2014

Apple Cake by Grandmother Madeleine


Another recipe from Aurelien who lives in Lille, France. :)

500 grams flour
2 eggs
125 grams white sugar
4 apples
1 pinch of salt
500 ml fresh milk

Mix everything in a bowl.
Add apples cut in small pieces
Put in plate
Bake at 175 degrees for 25 to 35 minutes until a toothpick comes out clean.


My first time to bake an apple cake that kind of turned out as a pie! Hahahahahaha it was great! I loved it. Thanks, mon amour, for sharing your grandmother Madeleine's recipe!

A: "Don't forget the most important ingredient!!"
D: "What is it?"
A: "Love."

November 28, 2014

Overnight Sensation by Hal Eisenberg

Finished reading Overnight Sensation by @halacious1! Thanks for the good and easy read, sir. Four stars out of five Also, thanks for these bookmarks and guitar picks which are very useful to me because I have lost mine through the years. More so for the letter... if I were to win the world lottery, I would give you a share so pray for it! Haha Anyway, it is fun to read something that teleports me back in high school -- forming a band, practicing, 'can we really pull it off?' moments, stage fright that slowly fades away when you start playing! We had the time of our lives haha! Thanks #GoodReads #FirstReads
When I received this book in the mail, I got super excited and super curious to read it. Looking at the cover made me think and assume that this will definitely bring back the feelings back in high school when I was all about that bass. I mean, I was part of a band and playing along with my friends (seatmates!!!) back then probably is one of the best memories in my life so far.

This book is an easy read. It's a page turner because it makes you crave more about what will happen next. The story is so unique and every words all clump together to make such a great visual! I like the story and especially how it ended. I think the ending was quite epic! It's such a light and easy read. Very entertaining. :)

Thank you Good Reads First Reads!

November 26, 2014

There was a time when I struggled to speak.

There was a time when I struggled to speak: back when I visited my father who was confined in a room full of beds. No one else was there except me, my father who was sleeping, some nurse from afar, empty beds, and different kinds of machines attached to his body.  I could have said everything I felt rather than just saying I'll go back home.

There was a time when I struggled to speak: when I got back that afternoon from the hospital and found the rest of my family crying in the kitchen. My father died minutes after I got out from the hospital. He was a great, brave man.

There was a time when I struggled to speak: after two years, my mother died. I realized I lost both of my parents. No words, just heavy breaths... and I still feel the same until now.

There was a time when I struggled to speak: when I came home from school carrying a pint of chocolate ice cream and a test paper with me. I could not speak anything but I've had some few breaths in between eating and crying over the test paper result.I thought it was the end of me but I was wrong.

There was a time when I struggled to speak: when I was commuting to school and pretending I have a flu so people won't notice some tears in my eyes. It was when I felt so irritated at home and I've got no one else to talk about it. I could just hug a stranger; if only I could.

There sure were times when I struggled to speak and those times were mostly the hardest things in my life so far. These things remind me that I am strong in times of weakness. These things, though once heavy, delivers strength at the present time. After all the things and feelings I have done and felt, I guess I have lived up to my Word for this year 2014: Brave. I wrote it carefully in my journal and all throughout the months passed, I have done and did things bravely.

At 24, I am still bad at decision making. In fact, I have a couple of things that I do regret but every good and bad decisions I made so far, I did it because I knew it was just the right thing. It's a jigsaw-kind of life and I will keep on finding the missing pieces bravely because that's what life is all about -- the journey.

November 24, 2014

I am leaving soon and I am starting to miss everything

I couldn't sleep tonight. It's probably weird for me to disregard sleep rather than counting sheep until I fall asleep. I was already in bed to finally get some rest but my mind thought a lot of things that I decided to just spend the night awake and spend the time in my room. I'm going to miss this place. These 4 walls... my comfortable bed... my desks... everything in this place. It has witnessed all my emotions, who I am when I am alone, my physicality, my everything... I am counting days until I move away from this place. And I am here, crying like a heart-broken loser. It feels like I am at the verge of breaking up to my long-time relationship. God knows how much I am hurt now but God also knows why I have to move away. And I trust everything in Him. Tears are falling down my cheeks non-stop. And I am going to say it again, I am going to miss this place.

I was at the terrace a while ago and the sky was so clear. Stars were clearly twinkling above me and as I was standing still, the leaves of our coconut trees, along with the other kinds, were swaying along with the cold breeze. The sea was calm tonight. The only thing I heard is the soft sound of the wind until an airplane took off giving me its sound of farewell. I stood still, watching it along with the stars... the lights from the posts in this village, the silent houses at 10 in the evening, the calm sea, the cold breeze... "I am going to miss everything, terribly."

So now... back in my room... crying. Why do I have to leave anyway? Because there is that opportunity. There is no guarantee in it though it's an opportunity I can't let pass. Now I feel like a loser listening to love songs and relate everything about me leaving everything behind.

I am packing my things. Everything in this room will be kept in a box or to be given away... and after a few days of doing some packing, I finally gave in to crying. I was not expecting to do this in my life but I really have to go.

Now that I am finally leaving soon, my mind doesn't stop from giving me flashbacks of almost all memories I have in this place -- from my early years up to now. Oh, how I miss my parents... I miss everyone already that I want to hug everyone and everything in here. This is probably how I am going to feel when I leave earth if a soul could feel at all.

It's the good memories that make me cry tonight. For sure, it's a good cry. But I feel bad... I feel bad because I am leaving such a beautiful place. This is a big change in my life and I am embracing it wholly, for sure. But, opposite to my bravery to embrace the unknown, I feel weak.

I deserve this night to be spent crying and missing everything... I needed this feeling to balance the joy of moving on into a new life! I needed this feeling to remind myself that I am alive.

I wish I am doing the right decision. I need strength.

P.S. I couldn't find the write words to say to describe how I feel at this moment but these: I am going to miss everything in this home since the day I was born -- everything. Oh no, I am going to cry again. Huhuhu

November 23, 2014

French Toast recipe

French Toast recipe (This recipe is originally from A Beautiful Mess.)

Thick slices of french bread
5 eggs
1/4 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
Corn flakes
unsalted butter

1. Crush the corn flakes. Set aside in a plate.
2. In a bowl, combine and whisk eggs, milk, vanilla extract & cinnamon.
3.  Heat a pan over medium heat with butter.
4. Take a slice of french bread, dip into your mixture of egg and then dip in your plateful of cereals. Shake off excess.
5. Place in the hot pan. Using a spatula, press the bread so it will be fully cooked inside. Cook the other side. Repeat with the remaining pieces of bread.

I served it with some chocolate on top. You can use your favorite syrup for sure ;)

Thank you, Emma of A Beautiful Mess, for sharing this fun breakfast recipe!

November 21, 2014

It is going to be different but fine.

For the past months, I can see a lot of changes around me. For once, I never thought it would come to this. I was raised by my family well and I believe that all my 5 siblings were, too.  We were once a happy group of people though there were some circumstances that would lead one soul (W) away from us. But we did not really left it at that. I know that, as cliche as it may sound, time will heal all wounds and that problem will somehow drift away and becomes just a norm that it would not seem like a problem at all. And things will continue to move on. At least, that's how I see some things around me for the past twenty-four years. Our doors are open for reconciliation. Timing is everything. So there's that hope.

But these past few months, I learned that if there is a problem in the family it does not really seem like a problem at all because I know that everything is fine and there is still that string that binds us altogether. No one is bitter but someone has his pride. But I'd like to believe that everything is okay. And pride will just vanish if he will let it. But for now, everything is okay.

Then there is another one (K) who just recently been part of the family for almost 5 years now. No one really knew that she will destroy the bond we have in the family. She may not seem to know this but for us everything is not going to be the same as before. This is another kind of realization -- that when somebody makes a problem in the family, and that somebody is not really part of the family, it is going to be chaotic. Maybe chaotic is too strong to describe how it is but I want to leave it at that because I've never experienced something else as chaotic as this.

Through my college years up to now, there is that fear of belongingness in the same place. I have a story to tell but I'd rather just drift it away into my memories and rather not write about it at all. But for sure, I want to get out. I want ot experience a life away from here because if I will stay, I will forever remember and live this kind of destruction that somebody has caused.

But then, you know, as cliche as it seems, time will heal all wounds. But I'd rather spend that time away from those who caused too much trouble in our lives. As for now, that is the better way to do it. And I am very thankful to my siblings (ADA), their partners in life, and a few of my relatives for being supportive of this journey to the unknown but I know everything is going to be fine. Different but fine.

November 18, 2014

Chicken Caldereta recipe

Chicken Caldereta recipe

Another meal I cooked for the family of three (me, my sister, and her husband). My sister helped me how to make this! I just made myself the best Caldereta evuuuur because it's less oily than how it is usually prepared. That's probably because I fried the chicken first and not cooked the raw together with the vegetables. I know this blog somehow turned like a recipe blog of some sort but I couldn't really sit down and spend time writing the things I used to write about --which probably is the reason why I am not sane at times. I'll get back to writing once all these things are sorted out.

Ingredients you need:
Chicken cutlets
Canola oil
Red onions, sliced
Cloves of garlic, sliced
Potatoes, diced
Carrots, sliced
Green beans
Tomato sauce
Salt and white pepper
Some REAL pineapple juice
A little diced cheddar cheese

This is how I cooked it (it may differ from the way it is usually cooked, because yolo haha):
1. Boil your chicken in a pot with water for 15 minutes. Fry the chicken in a pan. Set aside.
2. In a new pan, heat up some Canola oil. In medium heat, saute onion and garlic. Once the onion becomes translucent, put the potatoes, carrots, and green beans. Cook until slightly tender.
3. Put the tomato sauce and fried chicken into the pan. Add salt and white pepper to taste. Let it simmer in low heat for 5 minutes.
4. Pour some pineapple juice and sliced cheddar cheese for fun!
5. Let it simmer again for 5 minutes. Serve.

There you go. That's a totally different kind of Chicken Caldereta meal but we enjoyed it! Best served with rice, of course!

November 14, 2014

Palitaw Recipe

Palitaw is a sweet rice cake Filipino treat. It's super easy to make and probably one of the best simple things in life. Hah. It was my first time to make these with the aid of my sister. 

Here are the ingredients we used:
1 cup of Malagkit rice  / Glutinous Rice (rice flour)
1/2 kilo white/brown sugar
1/2 cup water
Grated coconut mean (fresh!)

1. To make a dough, combine the rice flour and water.
2. Using an ice cream scoop or a spoon, take a part from the dough, roll it into a ball and flatten it.
3. Take a pot and fill it with water, bring it into a boil and poach your flattened dough into it. Poach 5 doughs at a time or depends on how big your pot is.
4. It takes about a minutes or so for each dough to cook. Once the dough floats, it usually is a sign that it is cooked.
5. Once cooked, put it into a plate to dry. You can use banana leaf cuts as a plate if you have any.
6. Serve your palitaws with a sprinkle of sugar and grated coconut meat.

You can also toast some sesame seeds if you have any and sprinkle them into your palitaws.
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