There used to be a TV series that I watched when I was a kid and I loved it for the sole reason that it had a deaf and mute character. The sign language had me spellbound, I would watch the show and try to mimic the character, picking up as much as I could from each episode. I would then use what I learned when I play with my cousins and siblings. I had a flashback of this time in my childhood when I went to the Garden Café, a Western-themed cafe in Bohol that has deaf and mute people for a staff.
“He’s so naked,”
I heard my friend says.
Not that I’m malicious, but the remark flashed an image of him dancing naked in my head. He started the show wearing a big robe, which he ever so gently, stripped from his body, off one shoulder, down the next, his upper body bent slightly forward, his manhood tucked between his thighs. Soon he stepped out of the robe completely, danced to the tune of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, eyes closed, hair falls over his face. He danced in complete abandon like he was the only person in the room, like he seemed to have forgotten he had an audience. Apart from the music I could hear nothing. I squirmed in my seat, not wanting to look but couldn’t avert my eyes. I was suspended. He was naked indeed, but not only in a literal sense. The scene happened in a show called Russian Psychology Kaso Uno. (more…)
I would remember this place most for rape, not that somebody in that place got raped or something, but it is one of the most interesting topics my friend, Christine and I discussed as we finished our gelato and coffee. We were at Afters Espresso and Desserts, listed as one of the 6 coolest coffee shops in Quezon City by Coconut’s Manila.
I originally intended to publish this in January, but it got buried beneath laziness and other priorities. I figured though that I should just go ahead and post this because I want something to help direct my actions this year. You see, I have in my head a list of goals that I want to accomplish; some are necessary, the others can be considered a whim. No matter the category here are my 10 Goals for 2015.
1. Renew Passport
In August 2012, my untainted passport has expired. For some reason, I kept putting off its renewal so I resolved that this year I would make a trip to DFA to have it replaced once and for all.
2. Travel Abroad for the First Time
And speaking of untainted passport, I will make sure that it wouldn’t make a repeat performance. This year I want it stamped.
3. Take First Solo Trip
Every traveler’s dream involves doing it alone because you know, it’s scary, it’s a test of character, and of course, it would have everyone thinking you are such a badass. It has been brewing in my head for quite some time now and I originally intended Laos as the destination. But one sleepless night, in the midst of some personal shiznit, I chanced upon a cent sale of Air Asia. Because I was feeling shitty I took it as the universe’s peace offering. Before the night was over, I booked myself a flight to Palawan.
4. Ride the MOA Eye
I’d ride a rollercoaster, but you’d have to put me in gunpoint to ride a Ferris wheel. Blame this on that very traumatizing Ferris-wheel ride that my sister and I suffered when we were children. The Ferris wheel spun so fast I could have sworn it rearranged the order of my internal organs. I found out though that MOA Eye doesn’t run fast and allows anyone a peek of that breathtaking view of the city.
5. Play an Escape-Room Game
I have a secret desire of solving a crime, thanks to an overdose of literature on serial killers and unsolved mysteries, and watching CSI, Castle, and Sherlock Holmes. I’ve always been curious about detective work and the process that one has to take to solve a crime. Then suddenly, I heard about room-escape games from some bloggers and I thought, that’s it! A chance to solve a mystery!
6. Experience LaBoracay
They say it’s rowdy and wild and gives Boracay a Divisoria-in-Christmas-like atmosphere. I hate crowds, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to experience LaBoracay at least once. I’m pleased to announce I’ve already made arrangements to make this happen. My Boracay trip this summer is booked.
7. Get abs
Out of all my goals, this will be the toughest to achieve. First, I easily gain fat in my midsection, second, my body doesn’t develop muscles easily. Now that I mentioned it, I don’t remember a time I’ve had defined muscles ever. I am not aiming to have a bodybuilder figure, I just want to be lean and a little muscular, like Anne Curtis.
8. Complete Reading Goal
I have been lazy for the past two years where reading is concerned, hence, I didn’t reach my reading goal. This time I am determined to get my groove on and finish my 30-book goal.
9. Learn How to Drive
I don’t own a car, but I think it’s high time I learn how to drive a car, because hello, I’m 32!
10. Buy a New Guitar
Last year I didn’t just say goodbye to some people, I also had to say goodbye to my guitar, Nikita. The ruin it suffered was beyond repair so I had to let it go. I miss playing guitar though so I definitely have to buy a replacement soon.
I was supposed to call this list my New Year’s resolution, but I have a habit of breaking anything that gets branded as such so I am calling this my 2015 Goals. I will let you know of course by the end of the year how I got on. May the stars align in my favor to make these happen.
What about you? Do you have specific goals this 2015?
I’ve always perceived baking as an exact science; you put too many eggs in the mixture, you put too much flour, you let it wait in the oven for far too long, you’re screwed. I believed I’ve met enough failures to last me a lifetime that I didn’t want to add baking into that list. But the universe, I realized, had other plans. Who would have thought that my first baking experience involves making macarons? I mean really, macarons? That small and sophisticated French dessert so small you wonder why it’s more expensive than some cakes. For a first timer?! Isn’t this a bit ambitious?
But you know me, I’m a try-anything kind of gal, so when I heard about the Bloggers’ Bake-Off of Nikko’s Baking Studio I signed up without so much as a blink of an eye.
I’ve been to a regular cafe, a cupcake cafe, a book cafe, and I’m waiting for the opening of that first cat cafe. Recently, I found another cafe to add to that list, a macaron cafe. I didn’t know there is such thing (though I admit the idea is not that far-fetched) until I happened to pass by Mrs. Graham’s Macaron Cafe, while walking the length of Scout Rallos Street. It looked so cute even from the outside that my friends and I retraced our steps to check it out.