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So I have not been keeping up with my blog this April since the start of the Holy Week. I had to report to work from Holy Monday to Holy Wednesday, and ensure that I had everything queued in the pipeline to make way for the 5-day long weekend. In addition to this, April happens to be the busiest month in our business calendar because this is the financial year-end of our client. Needless to say, we had to make it a point to have most (if not all) online and print publications earn in April.

My family has never planned an out-of-town trip or a weekend getaway during the Holy Week. I grew up believing that Holy Week means making time for God. A time of reflection and renewal of faith and spiritual being. When we were younger, we were not even allowed to watch on TV nor play music. It was actually a time for spring cleaning, a penitence in our own ways. We would even participate on church activities during Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Black Saturday. A priest and a family friend once said,

You see to it that you attend to all nine Novena masses in preparation for the Birth of Jesus. Why not give the same level of commitment during the Lenten Season with only three days to complete? Is it because the mood is not as merry as in the Christmas Season? Come to think of it.

Rev. Fr. Gerry has a point, and it’s completely unnecessary to elaborate on that one.

We didn’t get to participate in last year’s church activities because that was the time when we didn’t have anyone else to look after my grandfather while we’re gone. This year we had all means to take part in the Veneration of the Cross, Siete de Palabras (Seven Last Words), Easter Vigil Mass, and 2-hour processions. You know it’s summer time here in the Philippines, but I’ve always associated the Holy Week with extremely hot weather. This becomes more evident usually in the afternoon of Good Friday, about the same time that Christ died on the cross. I’ve noticed this trend over the years, and so did Mom. It may just be a coincidence, but who knows? It may be God’s way of making us feel how Christ felt at the time of His suffering.

More than anything, this Lenten Season was an avenue in offering our sacrifice for the blessings we have received in the past year despite all unfortunate circumstances that came into our lives. It’s our family’s gesture in acknowledging everything we got that we thought we didn’t even deserve.

[01 April 2012]

I was supposed to go Dutch on last night’s family dinner, but since Dad took the tab at Casa Roces, I thought of taking them out on a separate dinner date. Since the new wing (Corte de Las Palmas) at Alabang Town Center opened a few weeks ago, I’ve been wanting to check out each and every restaurant we’ve never tried before. One of which is John and Yoko Cosmopolitan Japanese given that I’m such a sucker for anything that has something to do with sushi and sashimi. Because dinner’s on me, not one of them denied my suggestion.

We arrived at an untimely hour of 1900H when most restaurants are packed, but the odds seemed to be in our favor that we were seated right away. There wasn’t enough space inside perhaps because it’s comparatively smaller than the rest of the neighboring restaurants, but it wasn’t too crowded even. At first glance, I did not know what to make of animal prints on padded chairs with a mix of red, purple, and black as color theme. They were going for a modern  look, but I’m not sure if it  worked.

When we were handed with the menu,  Mom’s eyes literally widened, overwhelmed by the prices. She gave me that look—that which trying to  search me if I’m sure I want to dine there because they wouldn’t mind leaving and eat somewhere else. I smiled and gave her a nod, then she went on through the menu.

So here’s what we had:

John and Yoko | Pork Gyoza (Fried)

John and Yoko | California Maki Salad

John andd Yoko | Crunchy Squid Teriyaki

John and Yoko | Beef Niku Udon

John and Yoko | Beef Curry (Sizzle It!)

John and Yoko | Japanese Fried Rice (Bowl)

And since it’s April 1st, Happy April Fool’s Day! Yes, we were completely fooled by the prices on the menu because it turned out that each order could actually be good for two! We were all caught dumbfounded when our orders were delivered to our table for the reason that they were served in BIG bowls or platters. Can you tell that I breathed a sigh of relief? Hahaha!

All orders were impressive except for the Crunchy Squid Teriyaki. Mom thought it wasn’t worth P386 ($9). The squid was indeed crunchy, and the sweet caramelized sauce balanced the saltiness of the seafood, but she thought that they were shortchanged on their serving size. (Well, now you know what not to order next time, Mom!)

As we were about to finish our meal, Mom asked one of the waiters (a waitress, actually) if the owner of the restaurant was Japanese. To our surprise, it’s actually owned by Marvin Agustin! Who would have thought, right? That guy has truly made a name on food business. He’s worked so hard through the years, and now he’s reaping what he sow. Anyway, here’s another interesting trivia about John and Yoko: the waiters’ and waitresses’ name tags were actually named after a city! My youngest brother noticed that our servers that night were Paris and Rome. I  don’t think those were their real names! In my opinion, that gesture was a good one in order to conceal the staff’s real names for their security.

I wonder what restaurant we’re trying out next. I’m excited! :)

[06 April 2011]

In April 2011, Miggy surprised me by coming home for his rest and relaxation (R&R) leave from his tour. At that time, he had been deployed in Iraq for six (6) months. I had no idea he was coming home, so we had no concrete itinerary or whatsoever. To make up for the lost times—birthdays, Christmas, and anniversaries—Miggy booked us for a day trip to Corregidor since neither of us has ever been there before.

That was exactly a year ago.

Now let me recount this memorable trip the best way I could. If I remember correctly, Miggy’s father drove us to CCP Bay Terminal around 0630H because we had to check in by 0700H. By 0730H, we were asked to board on the jet cruise. We were the first to hop on, so while we wait for everyone else to embark on the vessel, Miggy climbed up the viewing deck. Thirty minutes later, we were set to sail. I don’t get motion-sickness, so I was up the whole time, admiring the view around us. We arrived at the island an hour or so later with all these tourist guides and tramvias awaiting for us as we alighted the ferry.

Sun Cruises, Inc.

Corregidor | Tramvia #6

Incidentally, we were requested to board Tramvia #6 with Sir Carlos as our tour guide. If I may say, he was a very interesting tour guide having known his piece by heart. Regardless, he was the best. He was very accommodating to the guests, and not once did he fail to answer the questions raised by some of the foreign tourists.

Carlos, Tour Guide | Tramvia #6

The following photos may not be in the exact order as in our tour itinerary, but I will post some of them, anyway. Please bear with me as I try to recall each stop from my memory.

These structures were one of the many barracks that housed thousands of American soldiers during the Japanese regime.

Corregidor | Ruins

Corregidor | Ruins

Corregidor | Ruins

Twenty-three Batteries were set up on Corregidor and adjoining islands at the outbreak of WW II in 1941. These guns consisted of 56 coastal guns and 13 anti-aircraft artillery batteries with 76 guns.

Corregidor | Battery Way

Corregidor | Battery Way

The Pacific War Memorial Museum is right next to the remains of the Theater. It houses relics and memorabilia dedicated to World War II.

Corregidor | Pacific War Memorial

Corregidor | Pacific War Memorial

This is the Lorcha Dock, Gen. Douglas MacArthur’s famous Departure Point for Australia.

"I shall return.

The Malinta Tunnel took ten long years in the making (1922–1932). It is 835 feet long, 24 feet wide, and 18 feet high. Gen. Douglas MacArthur set up headquarters inside the tunnel where men and women would live and work during the siege of Corregidor. Today, Malinta Tunnel offers the Light and Sound show, a recreation of World War II’s dramatic events. There were 13 laterals on the north side and 11 on the south. Each lateral had visual effects depicting various stages of the war, along with sound effects and recorded voices.

Corregidor | Malinta Tunnel

These were only a few of the many photos we took during our tour. For an hour, we had buffet lunch half-way through the tour. We had to make most of the time given for us to freshen up because as soon as lunch time was over, we were back on tour again. The latter part of the tour was spent on the Malinta Tunnel and souvenir shops. Towards the end of the tour, it was evident that Miggy had fun with our day trip (I did, too!). After a long day’s walk, it was a relief having able to get at least an hour of sleep on our way back to Manila.

Has it been a year already? It seemed like only yesterday!

I grew up in a very practicing Catholic family. Since Nanay died in 2007, I would miss her most during the Feast of Sto. Niño in January and the Holy Week. I was exposed to all things that had something to do with the Lenten Season at a very young age. There were days when I would participate in the Pabasa where the elders would narrate the Passion of Christ in a form of a song.

Before coming to Eternal Gardens in Caloocan, we went to Dangwa Flower Market to buy Nanay some fresh flowers. Would you believe we bought a dozen of red roses plus a dozen and a half of white ones for only P500? I’m not really a fan of red roses, but the bouquets Mom got were really beautiful! The color was the perfect shade of vibrant red, isn’t it?

Today, Nanay would have been 79. Since her birthday fell on Holy Week, we miss her more. I tweeted about this earlier, and my good friend, Lai, replied with something that made me smile:

Indeed, she could be with Tatay Inong having a toast to her birthday!

It is also worth noting that the heat [and humidity] was unbearable, but the memorial park looked fresh in green today.

On our way back to Las Piñas, we stopped over at Blue Wave to grab some snacks. Kevin and I had Subway Tuna Sandwich while Mom, Dad, and Roi had Chowking Halo-Halo. We decided to go to Our Lady of Fatima Parish to pray the Way of the Cross. The church was packed when we arrived because of the Washing of the Feet that was followed by a procession early on. To cap the evening off, we offered prayers and petitions for our loved-ones before going home.

[31 March 2012]

Two days prior to my brother’s graduation, I asked suggestions from friends on Twitter where we could go for dinner. Three of the things to consider were the following:

  1. Proximity from UST.
  2. Business hours.
  3. Parking space.

Points 1 and 2 were the primary things taken in consideration because ceremony won’t start until 1500H. In my recollection,  my graduation concluded between 1930H to 2000H, just in time for our dinner reservation at Emerald. Of course, security and parking space should also be taken into account given that the program will end about the same time as mine.

A few of the restaurants I have researched for are Lolo Dad’s Cafe, El Cirkulo, and Tao Yuan. I gathered all contact details and emailed them to Mom and Dad, something to discuss about when I come home from work. A former classmate and good friend from St. Scholastica’s College, C.A., who now happens to be a law student in San Beda College in Manila, recommended this restaurant, Casa Roces, in Malacañan. I immediately looked it up on Google, and I knew I found the one. Here’s a short background on the place, found on their website:

Casa Roces is a full-service restaurant and café located in the genteel district of San Miguel, Manila, right across the most prestigious address in the country: Malacañan Palace. Drawing inspiration from the Roces family’s long line of freedom-fighters, pioneer journalists and artists, the quaint ancestral home has been reborn into a stylish restaurant best described as classic-meets-contemporary.

So we were right about the presentation ending late—in fact, more late than we had expected. We had placed a 2000H reservation at Casa Roces, and the affairs concluded almost 2100H. As we make our way to Malacañan, we had been calling their hotline to re-affirm our reservation, but we couldn’t get through either lines provided. We were about to give up when someone picked up on the other end of the line. Thank God! The thought of waiting for another hour while we try our luck somewhere else was just beyond depressing.

It was a 3-km drive from UST, and it’s open until 2300H (accepting last orders until 2200H). Since the restaurant is within the vicinity of Malacañan, the area was under tight security practice, thus satisfying all three conditions that were thought about early on. We were welcomed at a receiving area, much like the ones in ancestral houses in the province. Large picture frames, a sala set, and a piano graced this part of the house-turned-restaurant. It was really interesting that not two dining sets are alike. The place itself has a classy vibe, perfect for an intimate date or a formal family dinner. Seated in one corner is the pastry stall with a variety of sweets exclusively distributed for the restaurant. In another stands the wine bar for those who wants to talk over a glass of wine or a flute of champagne.

Casa Roces | Receiving Area

Given that we the last meal we had was almost 12 hours ago, we quickly ordered the following:

Casa Roces | Crispy Lengua Caesar Salad

Casa Roces | Sopa Molo Castiliana

Casa Roces | Fettuccine with Bleu Cheese and Roasted Mushrooms

Casa Roces | Grilled Pork Ribs

Casa Roces | Lengua in Mushroom-Cognac Sauce

Casa Roces | Bouillabaise De La Casa Roces

Casa Roces | Visayan Chicken Inasal

Either we’re just famished or the food’s really delicious that we were not talking that much during dinner. I’d say it’s the latter! These may look expensive in pictures, but to be honest, the price of each were pretty reasonable. In fact, we were surprised when we got our bill! Shall we go back here? That’s a definite! Mom even recommended that I bring Miggy next time.

So before we went home, we had our pictures taken at their wine bar:

Casa Roces, Malacañan

Of course I wouldn’t miss getting my fingers play on this beautiful piece of furniture:

Casa Roces | Beaming at My First Love

Playing "Moon River"

Playing "From Both Sides Now"

P.S. Did you know that President NoyNoy Aquino  takes his breakfast in this restaurant in most days? :)

Special thanks to Jan for lending us her camera and Kevin for taking these pictures.

[31 March 2012]

You know you’re not getting any younger when one minute you’re still a student, and the next minute you’re engaged to be married. How much more when you realize that your younger brother is graduating from college. Has it been five years since he graduated from high school? Oh, how swiftly the time has flown!

Both of my parents are alumni of the University of Santo Tomas—Mom being a graduate of BS Secondary Education, Majoring in English while Dad got a bachelor’s degree in Electronics and Communications Engineering. Needless to say, we (my brothers and I) all went to the same university. They must have influenced us to do so, but to be honest, neither of them ever forced any of us. It’s also worth noting that eight of my first cousins from Dad’s side were from UST as well. Talk about building a college dynasty!

It was an eventful day; no exaggeration. Assembly time was at 1400H, but we were able to leave the house at half past 11. We should have left at 1100H, but since we would come home late tonight, we had to settle my grandfather’s food and medicines for the day. It was gloomy when we left; fifteen minutes later, it rained. The kind of rain that happens between the months of August and October. Last I checked, it’s supposed to be the summer season. The heavy downpour led to flooded streets and stranded commuters. It’s a good thing our vehicle’s high enough to not worry about getting stuck as we try to get to our destination unscathed. We braved the engulfed streets, half-wishing we won’t have to walk on them on this very special occasion. Our prayers could have been heard because as we enter the school’s premises, it has stopped raining. We got even more lucky that we were able to park at a very convenient slot.

At the lobby where most candidates for graduation were gathered, I found myself smiling as I imagine the same scenario three years ago. Mom helped me wear my toga and fastened my Thomasian pin and corsage on it while Dad takes pictures of us doing so. The ladies looked stunning in their graduation attire as much as the gentlemen suited up, crisp and smart. Each and every family member were also seemingly dressed for the occasion.

Today was a day of first’s. The Class of 2012 was the first to graduate beyond the 400 years of existence of the university, thus they were recognized as the Neocentennial Batch. In relation to this, it was also the first time that solemn investiture was held inside the university campus—at the newly built UST Sports Complex (just across the Roque Ruaño a.ko.a Engineering Bldg.).

The venue itself was a breath of fresh air. Our former department chair, Sir Caloy Lugay, hosted the event. He is the current Faculty Secretary of the Engineering Department. Seeing former professors on this gathering brought me so much memories of my college days. Most of them I still recall by face, but only remember the names of some. When the candidates for graduation began to march on, I felt chills all over my body. It was that feeling of anticipation and overwhelming excitement for every single person in that arena. I’d like to share something during the presentation of graduates that you may find ridiculous, though. There were 1,197 graduating students, among which were 80+ Cum Laudes and 10+ Magna Cum Laudes. As the names of each graduates with special honors were called, I would feel chocked and begin to tear up. I don’t know why, but I can only imagine how much they have made their families and friends proud. Of course, when it was my brother’s turn to be called on stage, I can almost hear my heart pounding with the rush of emotions that comes with it. Although he didn’t get any medal this time, I know he’s brought pride to graduate on schedule. That alone meant a lot to Mom and Dad, I should know.

Towards the end of the program, I hugged and kissed Mom and Dad, congratulating them for being able to send and have two out of three kids graduate from a very prestigious university. My last year in college was nowhere close to what my brother had gone through during his time. As a sister, I couldn’t be any more proud. Having realized this, we were teasing that the pressure’s now on my youngest brother who has two more academic years to work on. Hahaha!

Roi with Justin David

Roi with Brent, Magna Cum Laude

Roi with Angel

Roi with Phillip, Elbryan, and Adrian

Sending my warmest congratulations to the Thomasian Neocentennial Batch of 2012!

P.S. Entry on our family dinner will be posted shortly after this. ;)

Special thanks to Jan for lending us her camera and Kevin for taking these pictures.

Last night was my brother’s college graduation. This event has made me recall my own graduation exactly three years ago. I remember writing my own Address of Thanks on my Multiply site a few days before our graduation rites. I thought of sharing it here:

The plane has arrived and it’s time for me to go. It is time. This is my trip. Long have I waited and now, I’m not sure how I’m feeling about this. It’s too good to be true. I finally am heading to some place I haven’t been to. I am as excited and anxious as all the other passengers of this plane are. We’re going to a place only-God-knows where…

It’s that sentimental yearning for happiness of a former place and time—a nostalgia for my college days. Looking back, I am just blown away. The university has opened up a lot of doors for me and I owe all of them to my Alma Mater. It taught me a lot about patience and survival. Who I am and what I am now is all because of the people I met along the way. I sure have learned to be strong for it takes character to face all the troubles that came my way.

To all my REAL friends, I may never have made it this far if not because of your encouragement and support that sustained me all throughout these years especially during those times when you hardly see me nor feel my presence in school (you well know what I mean).

To my brothers (and younger cousins), I hope I have set a good example to you in striving and doing well in school because more than anything else, education is still the best treasure one can have and finishing school is the best gift we could give our parents.

To my parents, THANK YOU for your unconditional love and for all other things I should be thankful for. I just can’t thank you enough. I hope I made you proud.

To Lola Letty, Nanay Swinda and Tatay Inong, I offer you this momentous chapter of my life. Wherever you are, I hope I have made you proud, as well.

To God, my refuge and my pillar of strength, THANK YOU! Oftentimes, I have not done my best and I know each time I fail in the things I do, I also failed You. Despite all these, You never left me and know You are and will always be right beside me. I shall keep the faith.

To my batchmates, I will miss all of you. I know I may not have been the best in class, but I hope, in one way or another, I have made a difference in your lives. I may not have brought into social contact with all of you, especially those from 5B, but I wished I got the chance to know each and every one of you. I have come to love this batch because this is where I belong now.

To all those who should have been with us on this trip, don’t you worry. Just do your thing and soon enough, you’ll be on board too. Anyway, when we’re all out there, it’s going to be just the same.

PROUD TO BE A THOMASIAN ENGINEER!

HATS OFF TO ALL THE GRADUATES OF BATCH 2009!

(JRJM, 2009)

Isn’t it wonderful to have written something and read it a few years after to relive sweet memories that come with it? I’m glad I did! Ah, I suddenly missed being in college! :)

P.S. Working on my entry about my brother’s graduation last night. Stay tuned! ;)

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