Buskers at South Bank
wine at the Tate


4-11 September 2010

it was all about family. parents stayed with me at Eastwood. got to see the in-laws. finally saw our wedding album in the flesh (after 3 years!).

a 4 hour stop over in singapore had me searching for my comfort food – hainanese chicken rice. i should have tried to go out, as the chicken rice at the airport is bleecch (even the soup does not taste like chicken soup). had a quick manicure in bloody red which i have never tried before. love colour but i think i could have done a better job at painting my nails.

loved waking up to the skyline views of Manila from the 30th floor of the Palazz0 (www.newmanila.com). it was a good base to stay in when in Manila if you like the convenience of having shops at your doorstep but still away from the busyness of places like Makati or EDSA.

back at Valenzuela for a day. annoyed at not being able to get my ATM from BPI on short notice.

didn’t get to shop and eat as much as I wanted. i ate bangus, lechon, bagoong rice, but all were forgettable. i think the only food i really enjoyed was my mom’s buko salad and fresh buco juice. i forgot to take back calamansi with me.

spent most of the time not being able to adjust to the different time zone. was sleepy most of the time and yet wide awake at night. it wasn’t as hot as i feared. and it wasn’t raining as much.

i was back for the stories. of life in malinta. of families we’ve lost during the year. of stories from the past years that i have not heard of.

i was home.


“I think about all of the things I’ve done, Oskar. And all of the things I didn’t do. The mistakes I’ve made are dead to me. But I can’t take back the things I never did.”

-Jonathan Safran Foer’s “Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close”