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Back when I  still called this a food blog, I put up an "Eat List" wherein Ersao was included and never crossed out. Here's an update to that. I happened to be in the vicinity of their new Quezon Ave. branch one Saturday for a dentist appointment so I grabbed this chance to tick-off the now non-exsistent list.   I did not expect their very nice food presentation,

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 I have always wondered how it feels to be a tourist in my home City. I guess I would never know but this recent episode is probably as close as I can get.I found a great opportunity to get home during the long weekend at the end of January. The weather was still unusually cool and it was before the crazy festivities of February. So I made my plans for a laid back weekend with lots

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Just so we remember in the thick of the celebration. This, to me, is what Christmas really is about. Blurry Christmas lights are nice, but a blurry idea of the season isn't. As in, this verse: "For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."  -John 3:16 That kind of love led to an extreme

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In the aftermath of a great tragedy, I have struggled to find words. I have been shocked to silence for sometime but just the same, I find it all wrong not to say anything at all. It feels hypocritical to go on posting on this blog with nary a recognition of what has befallen my countrymen. It feels like an insult to just let this die down and get on with life afterwards. I have been encouraged

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If you have read my previous post and have been following UAAP yourself (or even just the evening news), you will know that things have not gone as I had hoped. I am part of the community who has been reeling at the turn of events but I have some energy to write now, thanks to a handful of bloggers, online writers, the team and fellow fans. Special mention to this article and to Aljon Mariano's

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I am officially coming out in the open. I have been a long-time basketball fan, especially so collage basketball. I have debated with myself  about doing this post at this time at the expense of joining the bandwagon (oh no, that is not something we do, do we?) but I think this is such a fitting time since UST IS AT THE BRINK OF ANOTHER CINDERELLA FINISH!!! Fierce Tigers Fans (Photo

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Those who have heard and believed in the Good News have hope of being renewed even if they are worn out by the world today. The knowledge that God will one day bring full restoration is an antidote to fatigue; an encouragement to keep on keeping on until that day.  And that is their mandate, too. We who have heard, "with this news, strengthen those who have tired hands, and

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So many years ago, when our house in the mountains was still being built, my mom would take us kids to see the construction at different phases. There were times when we spent the night in the half-finished house. I remember us staying one night through heavy rainfall. Of course this was Baguio City, so you could just imagine what rainfall there actually means. (If you couldn't you have to try

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Last Saturday I went to UST to take care of some things and decided to drop by for a cup of tea. To shake things up a bit, instead of going to Simple Line, I went to their sister company's store, Supercup. I have been meaning to go there for months but I knew close to nothing about their offerings.  Doesn't look so imposing here but how big is this really? So I made my order--

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A few years back, I challenged myself to this daily exercise: completing the statement "Today I thank the Lord for...." It lasted a few weeks or so until my weenie notebook of thankfulness ran out but the blessedness I felt when I got a chance to review it is unmatched. Recently, I came across a blog that has one article similar to that exercise. So I thought, why not infuse it here as well?

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For someone who sees herself as an introvert, I am quite the adventurer. Going places, trying interesting food, skincare, home remedies and whatnot. It wouldn't be surprising that with all these philandering about, I come across stuff I would go back to over and over again for the next quizillion years. Because I am loyal like that.  Here is the place I put up my favorite finds for the

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July breezed by so fast without me even stopping a second for a spiritual birthday dance. So here's a late nod to that. Training some college students in an early teaching assignment way back in, so it says, 2008. If I had discovered any gift which has been maximally used in the minisitry, I would have to say it is teaching. Eight years ago I would not have imagined myself teaching before

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Why am I doing a blog re-post, you say? Well I just unearthed this out of an inconspicuous corner of my old layout. Its part of a series of picture quotes which was not really a post but a page I liked to update from time to time until I forgot about it. So I'm putting this up now as an actual post. Here it is, from August 9 of last year (back when I had lots of time to tinker with cool fonts):

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Two years ago I could go on and on about what I missed about Baguio which, obviously, are the things I couldn't have in this city. At the head of that list are strawberry-scented cold morning air, wearing hoodies and starry, starry nights. Ah, but that is not what this post is about. Amidst flooded streets and videoke-loving neighborhoods, I did find something I particularly like about this

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During my teens, I went by this one conviction: Never leave home without pen and paper. Ever. I always had to have my hands busy on writing something up...or re-reading and re-working my plans for the day. My love for stationery was a given, of course. Somehow as I grew older I traded that principle for others (but i would still seldom be seen without a handy-dandy notebook). Only in recent

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I recently attended a Debut party for one dear girl. I was one  of the 18 treasures so I was digging my brains and Google for gift ideas. What made this a challenge for me was that a) I've been away from this person for quite a few years and didn't know what she might like now and b) being as I am in my 20's, there might be a--gasp!-- generational gap (yes, and this is is the part where I

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In case you're wondering, that title is inspired by Romans 1:14. Haha. Ok, enough bible drills. 200g regular yogurt vs. 30g greek yogurt (I cheated, yellow one is alsp regular yogurt :)) So yes, I was doing my favorite chore last weekend (grocery shopping!) when I saw these brothers on the dairy freezer. I have been loving the regular Hacienda Macalauan yogurt in all the different flavors

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The term Melancholy does not sit well with me. Why ever will it when it means a sadness (or literally darkness) of the spirit? I prefer to refer (oh, yes) to my ponderin' ways as Melissa-cholisms, (honeybee-ness of the spirit? hehe) melancholia with a smile!  A quick sample: my still somewhat shaky shot at calligraphy In the middle of doing some other important thing that needed

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This month, our church took on The Romans Challenge, reading the book of Romans 20 (yes, t-w-e-n-t-y!) times and writing it by hand. It was a daunting task and although the project culminated in a day of studying with the help of our partners from two nations (USA and Nigeria), many of us, including myself, are still at it.    My Romans Project Notebook (written in NIV).  

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Here's a couple of meals for aspiring Chefs but always on-the-go types of people (aren't we all?;)). Chik n' Beans. My dad concoted this one. Throw on some French beans and onions over roast chicken leftovers and ... poof! A healthy, refreshing, instant meal for this fast-paced city. Easy Peasy Pasta. This is a no-brainer, really. We've all heard it before, pasta is one of the easiest

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A day out with my sister at the BenCab Museum in Asin Road, Tuba Benguet. This post is not a review of any sort, just me sharing yet another fun experience (waaay back in March!) on the outskirts of Baguio City. Let's get this rollin! Day #9: Melinda and I @ Bencab Museum. Foolin' around in the galleries: Outdoorsy Girls. It's a whole mountainside of

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Day # 9: Mom and King at Cafe by the Ruins Going along with the family theme, I decided to put this up even though this happened nearly 10 months ago. This isn't cheating since I made no rules! Haha. Besides, here is a chance to make this into a proper food blog. :) The menu is going along with the artsy, indigenous theme. Back in May of last year, I just came home (to Baguio) from a

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...or is that supposed to be "continues"?? Oh, anyhow Day #8: Melinda at Moonleaf Tea Shop Who is Melinda says you? Why, she's my dearie sister! Ten years ago (or is that 10 months ago?) we didn't get along as well as this day. But, hey, we're both all grown up and walking towards one *ultimate* purpose and that's one thing I'm absolutely greatful to God about. A  tidbit of

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Day 7: My Dad and My Sister at home! I'm falling a bit behind on this challenge but I'm going to finish this one until I reach the thirtieth (how ever long that may take :)). Anyway, I still have a bevy of posts up ahead before I run out. and now, onto business. Well, who would have guessed, the best cook in the family is...tada... Hello, meet my dad!   In my opinion, at least, he

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I have not been ignoring this blog again on purpose. It looks like it, but no. It's just that I've been through one of the (and I know I keep saying this already) craziest weeks of my existence finishing up my masters thesis manuscript. Oh yes, and now it's done and I have a short interlude before I begin to get running again for the defense preparations. So I have to get things up on this blog.

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