After dinner at Ramen Cool at Kapitolyo, we decided we just had to go get coffee at Subspace. M wanted to try their specialty, the Purple Potato Latte which we’ve been raving about since forever. I wanted cake. I couldn’t get coffee because I didn’t want to be awake all night and the idea of decaffeinated coffee is just too weird for me, so I settled for a hot chocolate.
We all got fun latte art on our drinks. Until the apocalypse comes, we should all just learn to sit back and enjoy our coffee and our latte art.
This morning, while I was riding a cab home from Makati, the radio was tuned to a news channel. I don’t know what station or program it was, but the hosts were discussing the ethics violation complaints. One of them suggested that the citizens who filed the complaint were lying when they denied that filing the complaint had nothing to do with the Reproductive Health Bill, of which Sen. Sotto has been a staunch, tireless critic.
Now, of course, technically, plagiarism is plagiarism, whether or not your speech has to do with the RH Bill. However, it may be better to take the Jack Ryan defense when accused of filing ethics complaints against Sotto.
I had an apointment with my uncle last night, and it turned into a dinner with him, my aunt and my three cousins at the new Japanese restaurant Marufuku.
The sign on the front door said “Soft opening”. Which I guess means they’re still ironing out hiccups in the operation. The staff didn’t do so badly — one of them served the salmon sushi claiming it was the sashimi, but other than that, we got decent service. The food was excellent. I had the seafood and vegetable ramen and the salmon sashimi.
In a city where the aswang control everything that is illegal and where ancient gods seek to control everything else, enforcing the law can be a very difficult task.
When crime takes a turn for the weird, the police normally call Alexandra Trese. Lately, it seems like others have been taking that call.
A mysterious racer has been breaking the speed limit, running after and capturing criminals.
A masked giant has been demolishing drug dens and breaking up gangs.
Trese must confront these supernatural crime-fighters and bring order back to the city, before the underworld attempts to seek balance in its own way.
There will be book launches of Trese 5 on November 10 and 24. Creators Budjette Tan and Kajo Baldisimo will be answering questions and signing copies. There will also be a Trese art gallery on display.
The housekeeper had to wake me up, and I knew instantly it had arrived. It was kinda exciting. Like Christmas. I’ve never had Brazilian shoes before (it’s not like I’m trying for a pair from every country — WAIT), so they’re extra cool. I think I’ll call them Renata. Yes, I name my shoes. Deal with my naming. I use my heels as cross-trainers. I figure that if you can balance yourself walking/running on various terrains in heels, then doing the same in more practical shoes is a cinch.
As you can see by the theme of this blog, I obviously watch too much television. Now while this makes for endless hours of entertainment (on a good day, my friends and I end up enacting what could be rejected scenes from The Big Bang Theory) and much of apocalyptic survival knowledge may be gleamed from pop culture, this has lead to my neglect of other worthwhile life endeavors. For instance, running a company. And writing. And shopping. One day I realized I’d been wearing the same pair of shoes for the past five days, mostly because I had no time to get a few decent new pairs. Why hang out at the mall when I had episodes of King of Baking waiting home for me? But I saw the error of my ways and did the one thing most geeks are loathe to do: trim down my TV viewing list.
I was super annoyed that Etude House was phasing out my favorite Happy Tea Time foam, my current facial wash. (They were also phasing out the Strong Eyes cream eyeliner — sometimes it seems like the universe is trying to take away the good things in your life.) So I decided that instead of going around all Etude House branches and buying up all their supplies of Happy Tea Time facial foam, I should take this opportunity to try out new products.
I decided on Skin Food’s Lavender Tea Salt Mask Foam on a whim. I like the scent of lavender, and the idea of a salted facial wash intrigued me.
Surviving a concert moshpit is much like surviving a zombie apocalypse. You’ll need strength, stamina, and the ability to go for hours without a bathroom break. I thought having survived the moshpit of the Korean Music Wave in Singapore would prepare us for this, but I was so very wrong. My throat was sore and I was borderline dehydrated, but we were all giddy and excited.