I’m alive!


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This was my last breakfast in Manila- before I left for Bacolod. I never thought a bunch of pancakes would make me want to sing “Hallelujah” out loud. (Photo taken with my phone)

If you’re wondering about this entry’s title, that’s a shout-out- from both me and my blog. After nearly 6 months of feeling like an overworked zombie, I’M ALIVE. I just went through the most stressful and challenging semester of my College life- and I’m glad to be back in one piece (albeit a few pounds heavier.) If I could keep one thing from this semester, it would be the lesson that I learned- about taking care of myself.

I’m spending the next few months in emotional and physical rehab- healthier habits, healthier body, healthier soul. I spent the entire semester worrying and stressing about things- my studies, my passions, my future- when I could have spent all that time working on my hobbies, the things that I love to do. I spent so much time worrying about other people, trying to take care of them- that I ended up looking and feeling as if I had a permanent case of PMS. I even became caffeine dependent- something that I’ve NEVER been, something I thought I’d never be.

It’s surprising, what stress does to us. But what’s even more surprising, is what the care of the self does to us. I’ve only been in Bacolod for a bit more than a week, and I’m better already. Good food does wonders to the soul.

After receiving wonderful news about my possible future career this morning, the delicious Italian dinner that I had with my family (which I’ll talk about in the next entry) was just the icing on the cake.

But doesn’t the icing, somehow, make the cake?

Primo Passo: Blue Symphony’s first concert of the year


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The event's poster. Taken from Blue Symphony's Facebook page.

Last week, our music professor required us to watch a concert and write a reaction paper afterwards (which I was more than happy to do!) The event was Blue Symphony’s Primo Passo, their first concert after being accredited as a student organization in our University. So anyway, since I also put my thoughts about music in this blog, here it goes: 

What I love the most about artists is their unbounded dedication to a single cause- without absolute certainty as to whether it would bear good fruit, bad fruit, or any fruit at all.

The truth is, it takes someone with below-average common sense to become an artist. We sell our souls to music and dance, to theater and cinema- to art. And in return, we usually end up broke, with a bad case of under-eye circles. But as Isak Dinesen once said, “A great artist is never poor.”

I find myself constantly hanging on to these words of hope.

As a musician taking up a non-musical degree in this University, I have seen my grades fly with colors worthy of Van Gogh’s more vibrant palettes; and similarly, I have heard them groan with a brand of desperation that would put Sylvia Plath’s suicide to shame. Every musical endeavor or theater production I’ve pursued these past four years in College, has been at the expense of my grades and more often than not, my wellbeing. After watching Blue Symphony’s first concert as an accredited organization, I wanted to hug each and every one of them. However poised or practiced they may have seemed, I’m guessing that all of them probably had moments of inner chaos- at one point of the show or another.

If you’re reading this now, you’re probably thinking that it must be a horrible, pitiful thing, to be an artist- or in this case, a musician. But believe me when I tell you that it’s not. We live for dreams, and spend our lives trying to make sense of them, trying to turn them into something tangible- or at the very least, remotely perceptible. Dreams inspire us, and when you’re truly inspired, it’s as if you’re on fire, and the only way to put it out is by passing the inspiration to others.

Before I stepped inside Escaler Hall last Thursday, I was, admittedly, lacking inspiration. Not completely uninspired, but still lacking the drive that I needed to take on a seemingly impossible task (for a certain cause that I’ve learned to love, despite the many times that it has threatened my sanity.) After listening to the product of such hard work, dedication and passion (from students like myself, no less) it occurred to me that pursuing an inspired cause will always be worth it. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to get all the notes right. It would definitely be better if you did, but if you don’t, that doesn’t mean that your art- or your music won’t inspire anyone. Because it will. A sour note, or a mistake here or there might haunt you for a long time, but in the end, all that matters is that you’ve done everything you can to pursue a dream. That, in itself, is inspiring already.

I really meant it when I clapped at the end of the concert. I applaud everyone from the Blue Symphony Orchestra for their hard work and generosity. Generosity, because I know from experience that playing a musical instrument is like sharing a part of yourself to anyone who’s willing to listen. Technically speaking, I think that the arrangement of the different medleys were pretty great. I simply cannot decide on a favorite. I’m a big fan of movie soundtracks, classics and videogame music, so everything was interesting for me. If my claps could speak, they would have been words of gratitude to this new organization that I’m very sure, will keep inspiring others through their music and in the process, grow as musicians. I went home as a more inspired version of myself that night. As I write this paper, I do so with the hope that somehow, I also passed the fire to someone else.

Wooden Spoon: my new favorite restaurant in Katipunan


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I let one of my guy friends try this- and he told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about it so he just had to order it the next time that we went there!

Baked Chicken. This was my heaven in the middle of Finals week last March. This was also the first dish that I ever tried in Wooden Spoon. A few months ago, I passed by this restaurant during its soft opening in Katipunan. Right now, it’s one of my favorite restaurants.

Wooden Spoon serves what I would describe as Filipino Comfort food. The kind of food that you would eat upon the unfortunate event of having nobody to cuddle when the weather is nice and chilly (luckily for me, it’s usually hot in Manila.) It’s also the kind of food that I would eat with good friends, the kind of food that’s worth having good conversations over. I put all my diet plans on hold every time I eat here. I’m not a heavy rice eater, but Wooden Spoon’s food is sooooo good with rice, I can’t help but finish at least one cup.

Shrimp nuggets with Wansoy sauce. My friend ordered this, and she liked the Wansoy sauce as much as I did!

My fish fillet. It also came with the Wansoy sauce, which I’m pretty obsessed with, by the way.

Wansoy sauce- coriander with a bit of spice.

I love how the place isn’t too flashy or pretentious. I like the interior, though. It’s very modern. Think white, red accents, wood and yellowish lighting. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.

If they served cocktails, drinks or beer, my friends and I would probably spend all our drinking sessions here. Just a thought.

Pandan Crepe. Ube ice cream, peanuts, mangoes and chocolate syrup. Mmmmmmmmm.

That beautiful thing was our dessert.

One of the things I love the most about this place (aside from the free Wansoy sauce refills): Everyone’s food usually arrives together. It really makes a difference. Dining with others is a lot more pleasant without the awkwardness of someone’s food arriving super early, or super late.

Oh, and have I mentioned the excellent service?

I’ve been to this place around 4 times (recently), and all I can say is that…it’s always full. The crowd varies. Sometimes I see College students, but the crowd’s predominantly older people, or students from CCA (the culinary institute near my school.) It’s a bit pricey for students but….ahhhhhh. So worth it.

First lasts, Last firsts.


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A few days ago, I had my last first day of school, ever. I don’t know how confident I will be by the end of this school year- whether I’ll be prepared to start a career or not. All I know is that I’m definitely not taking anything for granted.

Right now, I’m really sleepy from working on stuff for my theater org’s current musical, but God, it’s all worth it. Aside from daily music rehearsals, a lot of my first week was spent on good food and good company. One of the things I’m very happy about is the newly-renovated JSEC (a place in our school where the food stalls are owned and managed by students) 


Rosemary potatoes!🙂

I usually try most of the stalls, but always end up with one or two favorite stalls. I still haven’t decided on this year’s go-to, but this food stall called The Galley caught my attention last Monday. They serve sandwiches (Super interesting selection!) The one I had was called “Chicken Lifesaver” which was basically Grilled Chicken strips with tomatoes, basil and mozzarella. Image

I think that the new food choices here are pretty awesome. Definitely looking forward to eating more!🙂


Cafe 1925


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A quaint little cafe in Silay City, which is around 20 to 30 minutes away from Bacolod. I love Silay for its old, European style houses and delicious pastries. Once called the “Paris of the Orient”, this city has a romantic air and an old-fashioned charm that can capture any traveler’s heart…and stomach. Well, in my experience, these two things are usually linked to each other.

Hello, eating buddy!  

Justine, pouring the water. Among the three of us, she’s probably the only one who can maintain a strict diet! 

Crab meat pasta, which I shared with Joanne because we wanted something light. 

But I still ordered Risotto balls, anyway. 

By the time the Risotto balls arrived, we were done eating. I ended up giving them to Manong (who brings me everywhere anyway so he totally deserved it!)

The mushroom risotto inside! 

Joanne’s Leche flan, which looks more like Crème brûlée because of the hard caramel on top! 

There were a lot of paintings in the cafe, and some were for sale.  Paintings of the sea and old houses- two things that I find myself extremely attracted to! I love being surrounded by art. I’m the weirdo who studies in my College’s art gallery/museum. I hide in a corner and read my Philosophy notes there. Apart from my dorm, it’s one of the only places where I can study. The guards have been kind, never bothering me or asking me to leave unless it’s time to close. I’m about to start my Senior year and I’m really hoping that I can still have the place to myself!

Touchdown Manila! Microwave Pizza at Granny’s


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Before we left for Manila, my Dad got me this Microwave cookbook. I’ve been reading it a lot, and I really can’t wait to try all the recipes! Today, I tried my first recipe from the book- a simple pizza recipe.

We’ve been staying at my Grandma’s house here, but I’m moving to the dorm next week!

The sauce, used as a base.

What you’ll need:

Ready-made crust. Chopped tomatoes. Oregano (or any other fresh/dried herbs), chopped. Anchovies. Mozzarella (grated) and Parmesan cheese. Black olives (halved). Red pepper (sliced). 

1. Mix the tomatoes, herbs and anchovies together.

2. Spread the sauce on top of the pizza crust. Add red pepper slices.

3. Microwave for 2 minutes on HIGH.

While the pizza is in the microwave, start working on the olives, and prepare the cheese (Grate the Mozzarella). The Mozzarella we bought was already grated.

4. Add Mozzarella and olives. Top with Parmesan.

5. Microwave on HIGH for 4-5 minutes, then set aside to cool for around 3 minutes.

6. Serve!

The crust wasn’t so good, but everything else was fine. Will try a different crust, or might toast this next time! This is the kind of stuff I can make in the dorm, though.🙂

*Update: I just toasted a slice, it really tastes A LOT better!

An Appetite for Change


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Crema de Fruta. Everytime I eat this, I remember my maternal grandmother who used to visit us on Sundays. She would bake this, or make her Black Sambo, my favorite.

Familiar things always bring a certain kind of comfort. Familiar tastes, smells, sounds and places…like home. I’ve been home all summer, and except for trips to the beach and mountains, the only travel I’ve done has been through books and art. To be very honest, I feel stuck. I feel trapped, and God knows how much I hate that. As much as I love my books, and how much my collection has grown this summer, I need more excitement in my life. Oh, to be sure, books excite me and transport me to magical places, but I need to experience something more tangible. I’ve spent so much of my time empathizing with the moral dilemmas of fictional characters, and though I love them all, I guess it’s time to say goodbye- for now. I will miss Alessandra Cecchi, Michaelangelo Buonarroti, Christine DaaéJon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen and all the characters that I’ve come to know so well that I feel as if their secrets are my own. But now, it’s time for me to focus my energy on real people. People who I will converse, argue, and share experiences with. I’m leaving for Manila in 2 days, and boy, am I excited. I am thankful for this summer vacation- for allowing me to read books and write again- passions that I thought I’ve lost.

My early departure was an impulse decision, to say the least. I applied for a position in a musical theater production, and I had my doubts about being accepted. I received a text confirming that I got the position just 2 days ago, and with that, my flight was moved more than a week earlier. I usually follow my gut, and it kills me when I don’t. If I had wings, I would be in Manila right now. I am absolutely thrilled, and can barely contain my excitement towards this project. I have not touched a musical instrument all summer, and I was starting to get worried because music is one of the things that I love the most in this world.

You guys will be hearing a lot about this project very soon, and I ask in advance that you pardon all my emotional outbursts. I will miss Bacolod dearly, but Manila is like my second home, too.

Here’s to inspiration, and an appetite for change. 

15 things that made my Freshman year taste better


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When moving to a new place, a lot of questions pop into your head. Having experienced such, one of the questions that plagued me before my first year of living in a College dorm was this: What the heck do I eat?! 

This blog post is dedicated to nervous College freshmen, blossoming Domestic Divas and men who can’t cook, but have microwaves. Because living busy lives doesn’t have to mean skimping on the little things that could make life sweeter and more manageable. If you’re about to spread your wings and become an independent man/woman/somewhere-in-between, then I suggest that you keep reading.

Moving away from home was one of the most drastic things that I ever did. I don’t mind being alone, and I’m not particularly the clingy type, so homesickness wasn’t really a problem for me. In fact, I reveled in my new-found freedom. I spent my first few weeks in College exploring the campus, and trying as many different kinds of food as I could. The long line of Katipunan restaurants can be merciless to someone who can’t control her appetite. Sooner than expected, I was already in danger of gaining the “Freshman 15”- which was out of the question, because I was already quite chubby. Though budgeting was usually one of the last things that I thought about at that time (I’m really bad at anything to do with numbers!), I knew that if I kept eating out, I wouldn’t have enough money left for other things. Unlike my hometown, Manila was a big city- full of opportunities, interesting restaurants, books, boutiques and people. So I thought, It would be such a shame to be broke or fat here. 

My dormitory had one microwave and one toaster. It reached a point when I just got sick of having to buy food from restaurants, fast food chains, and even the cafeterias in school. I wanted to eat healthy, so I started making my own food.

I loved mixing things up in my “kitchen” in the dorm- which was basically just a microwave, a toaster, a knife, a small bamboo cutting board, a bunch of mixing bowls and Ziploc bags for storage. Though I won’t be going into detail about my triumphs and disasters with the microwave (I’ll save that for future blog posts), here are the 15 things that I always have in my dorm pantry. Things that made my past 3 years of eating in the dorm easier and healthier. I hope you find them useful, too!

1. Granola bars/Muesli bars/cereal

These are perfect for those times when your alarm clock betrays you, and you wake up 10 minutes before your class or appointment. Skip the panic/self-pity/whatever you’re feeling, cleanse and dress as fast as you can, grab a granola bar and run! If you have cereal, store it in Ziploc bags in the fridge- to keep it fresh and save space.

2. Tea

If you have time (or if you have a water dispenser with heat), invest in a small, leak-proof tumbler or thermos and bring some tea to class. I’m always groggy in the morning and this wakes me up! If you’re more of a coffee person, that’s fine too. For Midterms, long tests and finals, I always turn to Assam tea, English Breakfast or any kind of black tea. These can be a little bitter when over steeped, so put in some honey while you’re at it. It’s good for you too.

Even with more expensive kinds, the most you’ll spend for a good cup of homemade tea would be 30-40 pesos. Generic tea brands are priced at around 10 pesos or less, per tea bag! You’ll save a lot more doing this versus buying from coffee shops or tea houses everyday.

3. Honey

Aside from using it as a sweetener for tea or mixing it with cereal, yogurt or peanut butter sandwiches, honey has a lot of health benefits. For those of you who suffer from chronic allergies or colds, honey’s a great home remedy. It really sucks when you can’t sleep because of an itchy throat, or a stubborn cough. My piano teacher used to get irritated with my coughing (I have terrible allergies during pollen season!) and told me to take 2 tablespoons of honey everyday. It helped a lot. I heard that honey helps in building up your resistance, too. Darker honey is usually better. Sometimes I eat a tablespoon of honey to ease my sugar cravings, which only get worse when the paperwork piles up!

3. Salt

If you’re living in a place where you can cook, then salt is a necessity. If you’re living in a dorm like mine, it’s still good to have a small amount- just in case. I’ve used it to cook pasta and add flavor to fish and vegetables (still in the microwave), but I was most thankful for salt during that one night when my throat felt like it was being attacked by an army of red ants. It was raining hard, and I didn’t want to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine. I ran out of lozenges and hot tea, so I did what Manang would always do when she was sick- and mixed some warm water with salt. The red ants disappeared in the morning.

4. Bread

Sandwiches are the easiest thing to make in the dorm, and if you’re feeling lazy, you don’t even have to put them in the toaster. I store my bread in the fridge to make it last longer. If you want something for lunch, and fast, make yourself a sandwich! For afternoon snacks, I like toasting baguette slices with cheese.

5. Olive oil

There aren’t a lot of things that don’t go well with olive oil. Dip your baguettes in olive oil mixed with balsamic vinegar, or drizzle olive oil on any kind of bread, toast it and it’s like magic. If the heat of the sun dries your skin, olive oil is a great moisturizer. If you have a microwave, you can cook your fish with some sauce and olive oil! You can use it for cooking vegetables in the microwave, too.

6. Tomatoes

These are great with sandwiches, pasta and salads. You can eat them raw too, if you like that. Tomatoes are great with basil and mozzarella (or almost any kind of cheese) on bread or whole wheat tortillas (which taste like super thin pizza slices when you toast them!) Make sure you add the basil leaves after toasting. You can make your own pasta sauce too, if you’re the more patient type. And yes, you can buy all of these ingredients in the grocery.

7. Cheese

For sandwiches, pasta and…well, almost anything. I’m a cheese lover, and I like having different kinds of cheese with my food. Parmesan, mozzarella, provolone, cheddar, ricotta…and of course, my favorite Gouda. If you’re my friend, you’d know how crazy I am about this stuff. I love Herbed cheese, but sometimes, the grocery runs out of stock. And let’s face it, Gouda is really pricey in the Philippines. I wish it was a lot cheaper, because I’d love to have it in my fridge all the time. Last week, I was craving for Herbed cheese, but since we didn’t have any, I toasted some bread with Quickmelt (a local cheese brand) and Italian seasoning. It was pretty good.

8. Canned tuna

There are so many variations of canned tuna, it’s difficult to get bored. One of the things I like to do with tuna, is to put some balsamic vinegar and heat it up in the microwave. If you don’t like its slightly bitter aftertaste, the vinegar removes this, as well as the fishy smell.

9. Herbs and Spices

Pepper, basil, oregano, rosemary, garlic, ginger, etc. These can spice up any boring dish. If you had some food delivered and you find it bland, feel free to add some spice. I find that garlic, pepper and Italian seasoning are the most useful.

10. Fruits or nuts- dried or sliced

Dried fruits are convenient because they’re healthy but not messy. Keep them in Ziploc bags (if they aren’t in Ziploc containers already) and refrigerate. Nuts (especially almonds) are great snacks for those of you who are dieting or trying to eat healthy. Raisins, prunes, cranberries and other dried fruits are packed with anti-oxidants. If you like fresh fruits, I’d suggest keeping grapes in a Ziploc bag. They make great snacks, for work or school. You can just pop them in your mouth and nobody has to see. Sneaky! Apples are great too, but they turn brown after a while, and you might not like that. My doctor friend told me that they can keep you awake better than coffee, without the unnecessary caffeine!

11. Bananas

I really think that people can live on bananas. They’re so filling, and super nutritious too! Ladies, the banana is your best friend during that time of the month. In my opinion, it’s the best natural remedy for PMS or cramps.

12. Calamansi/Philippine lime

This fruit’s juice is a potent source of Vitamin C. And also, it lightens dark spots! If you don’t want to squeeze these one by one to make juice, groceries sell Calamansi puree- which you just have to mix with water.

13. Yogurt

Yogurt, especially Greek yogurt, is a great snack that aids digestion. It’s a great source of protein, too. If you’re tired of eating oatmeal for breakfast, try having Greek yogurt with fruits, nuts or muesli. I keep lots of yogurt in the dorm because it keeps me full when I’m craving for pastries or chocolate in the middle of the night.

14. Pasta

Yes, you can cook pasta in the microwave! Put pasta in a container, submerge it in (clean) water, add some salt, and put it in the microwave. Different kinds of pasta take different amounts of time to cook. Angel hair pasta takes around 2 minutes, fettuccine takes around 5 minutes, and whole wheat pasta takes forever. It also depends on the microwave. I guess you’ll just have to get to know your microwave better and figure that out for yourself.

15. Pen and paper

You will need this. To take note of all the stuff you have in the pantry, to write down food ideas, to take note of your food intake, and in my experience…

To make a list of all the places in your area that offer food delivery. You know, just in case you’re having a lazy day, or if you’re too busy to think of making your own food!

*All the images in this post were taken from various online sources. Though I usually take my own photographs, this post was a very spontaneous idea. I tried my best to choose nice pictures, and hope you guys appreciate them too. If you own any of the images below and wish for them to be removed, just comment (or email me) and I’ll gladly do so.

My turpentine-scented childhood


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The Negros Museum, now our Provincial Capitol.

My childhood summers were made of turpentine, pottery clay, paint, charcoal and Staedtler pencils. While other kids spent time in front of their TVs and computers, I would spend the day forming odd shapes and creatures with clay, dipping hard brushes in turpentine and hiding in one of my “secret places” in the old mansion.

The baby grand in the Museum’s lobby was where I had my first piano lesson. My first piano teacher was this young man who was in the Museum all the time. I’d hear him play Für Elise, Liebestraum and portions of Buencamino’s Mayon Fantasia de Concierto. Big paintings by local artists, depicting the lives of our precolonial ancestors and events such as the Cinco de Noviembre decorated the first floor. I remember being afraid of them.

I was also a bit scared of these old trees, and some parts of the Museum- rumored to be haunted by Japanese soldiers who died there. There were some rooms that seemed as if they were once dungeons or torture chambers. I never asked, but as a child, I always hoped that the stories I heard were real, and that legends and myths did not lie.

Whatever the truth was, the creative energy in that Museum was very strong. I would sit by one of the airy balconies and paint the view outside, or at least, however I saw it at that time. I was a child, after all, and chose to see what I wanted to see. The museum was a beautiful mansion, but the view from the balcony was a series of makeshift houses- homes of people who didn’t have anywhere else to live but the streets. I would shift my gaze to the horizon- to the clear sky and the ships docking after a long day at sea. That was easier, or rather, less painful to paint. Today, I don’t know if I would still do the same, or if I would find myself painting the slums instead. I still have a penchant for glamour and splendid things, but through time, I’ve learned to find beauty in the most unconventional places. Even squatter areas and dirty markets have a certain charm, really. Though I’m still a child in many ways, being surrounded by art in my early years has given me the priceless gifts of an open mind, eyes and ears.

I never noticed these statues before. I’m glad that I zoomed in and saw them in detail!

There was a deaf/mute lady who was the Museum’s janitress. I liked wandering alone when I was younger (I still do!) and I used to follow her around. The places I discovered! There was this broken piano in the second floor, where I learned my first Bach. After that, I would go to this room that had lots of fabric in it. I think it was used for those “How to be a prim and proper lady” lessons (I forgot what they called them!) where parents sent their teenage girls. I was only 7 during that time, and barely passed for a teenager. A year ago, I visited the new Museum and my old friend the janitress was still there.  I could hardly believe it, but she recognized me despite all the baby fat that I lost. I really wish I knew her name, but I didn’t know how to ask her. We would just smile and laugh a lot, and she’d make jokes (somehow I understood them) about people that she didn’t like. She would scowl and make funny faces whenever they passed by. An odd friendship, but a memorable one nonetheless.

I do miss the smell of turpentine, and the smell of art materials, in general. The other day, I was in an art supply shop, and an old man caught me smelling a box of Crayola crayons. He must have thought that I was weird! Even if I never became a serious painter or illustrator, taking all of those art lessons taught me how to love and respect art. I am also thankful for the gift of music, which I hope to have with me for the rest of my days.

This used to be a lamp post!

One of my personal characteristics is that I always want to be productive. I always want to learn how to create things. Even during summer vacations. If not art lessons, then piano recitals or film classes. And now, there’s this blog. There’s a restless energy inside me that makes me feel anxious when it isn’t put to use. When I was a child, my most frequent statements were of boredom. Perhaps, I said “I’m bored” so often that it bothered my parents enough to let me spend the whole day, every day in the Museum. I guess all that energy had to go somewhere. I wanted Karate or Taekwondo lessons, but my Dad wouldn’t have it. Not that I’m complaining. It was the best and most exciting kind of education that my 7-year-old self could hope for. This Museum, was my playground.

Paintings and Peppercorn cheese


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Went to the Museum Café with my Dad today to check out the current exhibit! We had light snacks too.

An acrylic painting by Leah Samson (a friend of my Dad’s who used to teach art lessons at the Museum.) This was probably the miniature version, I’m guessing she’s painted a bigger one too.

The Museum Café!

Part of me wishes that more people would visit this place, but part of me also wants it to stay private. Everything they serve is organic, or local produce. They make their own cheese and bread, and the fruits and vegetables they have are from local organic farms.

Native lime, cucumbers and peanuts.

See that painting in the back? They’re like Siamese clowns!

Most of the people who go here are artists, food enthusiasts or foreigners.

I’m not sure which category I belong to (I’m definitely not a foreigner here, though!) but this café is one of my favorite places in Bacolod.

Ginger-lime juice.

When I’m sick, or when I have a sore throat, I usually drink either ginger or lime juice. I never thought of mixing both! This was really refreshing.

Our special order!🙂

This wasn’t in the menu, but we asked for cheese with bread and this is what they gave us! Young green peppercorn cheese + cucumbers + lettuce and tarragon with homemade baguettes. This is why I love this place! The staff is always very accommodating, and you can tell them exactly what you want. The cheese was delicious!

See those peppercorns?

A great, summery appetizer.

The exhibit. We ate outside, but it would have been nice to eat with these paintings and sketches around us, too.

There were 4 paintings with sunset colors. I love sunsets!

The painting on the left (called “The Window”) was my favorite from the exhibit. I’d like to live by the seaside and see this everyday.

I’m so glad that they built this café! Ever since the museum was transferred to a different building (the government turned the old one into our Provincial Capitol!), things have been different and it just felt a little empty. The old museum had a lot of history in it, and a big part of my childhood was spent there. I was pretty sad when they moved everything to new building. It was like they uprooted a sacred and ancient tree. At least, that’s how I felt. But with this café, I finally feel like hanging out in the new museum.