Friday, December 21, 2007

WOWOWEE!!! ;D / DECEMBER 11,2007

Aaaaahhhh...the things one must do to earn a living. Hahaha!!! 'D

I have recently transferred categories and have switched from the Red Saucy side of the business to the Yellow Fruity Side. It is actually a welcomed change, having spent the past 12 years only in Reds. It's like getting a fresh start on a new career without having to give up my tenure (and retirement package, haha!). Overall, it's been a blast. I have, since two months ago, resumed going back & forth to the plantation--something I have stopped doing ever since we transferred Reds production to Manila. Those who have been to the plantation know that it can be quite a stress relief. Wide-open spaces. Fresh air. Great food. Even if we have whole-day business sessions going on, they always seem to go at a pretty relaxed pace--as opposed to the highly-charged boardroom meetings in Manila.

Handling a new category is also like getting a new baby with a totally different personality. Whereas my Reds brands tend to be more mommy serious, talking about serious topics like cancer prevention and three times a week consumption, my Fruity Yellows tend to be lighter, more fun.

Still, it has its pros and cons. HAHAHA!!! 'D

Just last week, I found myself in a Wowowee taping (yes, isa akong Bigaten!!! Hahaha! 'D) with my groupmates Lily and Yoyo (that's their assigned code, haha 'P), to monitor the implementation of a Christmas-related segment buy. No biggie as I have done the noontime show rounds before, I thought.

HA!

The difference between Wowowee and the other noontime shows I've been to before is that in the other shows, I can quietly sit by the sidelines, totally hidden, and just make sure that everything is either done correctly (or at the very least, I can discuss the "flaws" with the production folks so they can do the corrections in time for the next segments in the series).

NOT SO IN WOWOWEE!!!

First, there is no such thing as a back stage in ABS-CBN's Studio 3. Neither is there a marked delineation between the stage and the audience. While, in general, the audience is advised not to go onto the stage because of the heavy equipment, the audience seats (and consequently, the audience) are practically part of the set design!


Second, as a direct offshoot of the first point, the audience is advised that everytime the camera is rolling, EVERYONE HAS TO BE HAPPY! As in E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E. Before they go on a commercial break, everyone has to go, "WOW-WOW-WEE!!". YES, complete with gestures. (Ask me to do it the next time you see me. I already have all the moves down pat. Haha! 'D) When dancers and the hosts start dancing "Boom-Tarat-Tarat" during the opening sequence, the audience is required to sing "Boom-Tarat-Tarat" AND dance along with the people on stage! WaaaaaaaahhhhhHAHAHA!!! 'D Worst of all, when the Bigaten segment starts, everyone has to dance "Sayaw, Darling"! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 'D HALA, SAYAW!!! Hahaha! 'p




Truth be told, I rather enjoyed myself. The energy inside the studio was quite palpable. Even during commercial breaks, the entire place was alive as the floor directors "taught" the audience all the moves they would need to do once the cameras start rolling after the commercial break. It was quite hilarious, really. On one side you have the TFC audience, holding up their hand-made banners, declaring their place of origin. On the other side, you have the locals who are really there to try their luck at winning. We were seated in the "halo-halo section" where people from all walks of life end up sitting for lack of any other available seats in what would have been their "assigned area" inside the studio. Lily, Yoyo and I thought we found the perfect ploy for staying off the camera range by staying behind literal bigatens (haha) in the second row of the halo-halo section. We all thought it would allow us to sufficiently monitor the segment buy while escaping the inevitability of being shown on TV if we had stayed on the front row. So, there we were doing "Sayaw Darling" while laughing ourselves silly, secure in the knowledge that we will not be seen on national TV. Fools! HAHA! 'D Soon after the song started playing, the other "bigaten hopefuls" who got stuck with back row seats started rushing to the front, landing beside us, dancing "Sayaw, Darling" like their lives depended on it! Ngyah! Walang kawala! HAHAHA! 'D

That day, Ilong (I kid you not; that was the contestant's name) won P170,000! He was a fruit vendor who, before trying his luck in Wowowee, spent sleepless nights trying to figure out how he was going to pay for P40,000 in debt. Apparently, he would borrow capital (most likely on 5-6 basis) to buy the fruits that he would sell, only to realize at the end of the day that what he earned was only enough to feed his family, leaving his original debt unpaid. It was a cycle that he had to go through everyday until his debt ballooned to P40K. Seeing the losing contestants with their far-away look and drooped shoulders was literally heart-breaking (after all, their financial woes may be just as heavy as that of Ilong's), but I suppose the show can only do so much.

It can provide temporary relief from the drudgeries of life through entertainment.

It can grant a glimmer of hope for a better future.

Yes, it is there to help out, but it can only do so one person at a time.

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While I will always remember the Wowowee experience as a noisy, fun one, I am writing down this note as a reminder to myself: to help when I can and to help as much as I can. My professor in Theology of Liberation, Father G (God bless his soul), once told us in his typical Father G tone, "God made the world to have enough resources to feed everybody. Why do people go hungry? It's because Those-Who-Have end up wanting more, instead of sharing what they have with Those-Who-Have-Not. Always remember that to have more than what you need means you are depriving others of a chance for a better life. You must therefore decide on what you need, then share the rest with the less fortunate. To be truly Atenean, you must be a man for others. To be a man for others, you must learn to live simply so that others may simply live."
Point taken to heart, Father G! =)

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

DELICIOUS DISH-COVERIES / PART 3!!! =)

Hubby Sweet and I have officially turned Japanese. After an unsuccessful attempt to go to the mall for almost-last-minute Christmas shopping and a possible sneak-in of Elizabeth: The Golden Age only to find the line to the mall parking snaking way beyond what we were willing to wait in line for, we decided to head home to House Better instead. Having only eaten a light lunch, Hubby S's tummy was grumbling by the time we reached Amorsolo to get to the Skyway. Shall we go for another round at Sango then?

Nay! (As in "Nope!", OK? Not as in "Naykupo!", haha. =))

After parking at Creekside (that's the building where Sango is!), I stepped off the car and asked the parking attendant, "Manong, saan dito yung Kamikaze?", having remembered reading an article about cheap but delicious Japanese Ramen. "Yun pong Japanese noodles sa tabi ng grocery," I explained further. Manong Parking Attendant smiled, and pointed down the street between Makati Cinema Square and Creekside, "Mam, duon po. Lakad po kayo ng konti. Doon po ang Yamazaki," not trying too hard to stifle a giggle.

YAMAZAKI RAMEN HOUSE & GROCERY! Haha! Oooops. =)

Sya, sya! We walked further down the road to find an almost dilapidated facade--one I wouldn't even think of entering had I not read from somewhere that the food was halfway decent. =) Yamazaki is right across the side entrance of Plaza Fair.

Now, if Sango had a well-lit, Japanese anime theme, walking into Yamazaki will make you feel like you stepped off the streets of Manila into some sidestreet (read: eskinita, haha) carinderia in Japan! The place was sparsely lit. Except for a few pieces of vertical paper with Japanese handwriting tacked onto corkboards (I'm thinking it is probably their version of the "TODAY'S ESPECIAL" signs that one would see in the local carinderias, haha), the walls were dirty white and bare. The place looked slightly run-down. Not dirty. Just not spruced up. =)

Still, I thought this is another one of those authentic places. Japanese folks sat on tables while Japanese moms lined up at the counter of the mini-grocery right next to the eatery. EATERY. Yes, that's the appropriate term for Yamazaki. EATERY. Not restaurant. Haha. =)

The authenticity of the place (and our own ignorance, haha) shone through as soon as the waitress handed us the menu. Uh....uh......uh.....Wala akong naintindihan! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! 'D Although there were recognizable English fonts next to the Japanese text, none of the dishes were familiar to me. Usually, descriptions of the dish are provided beside the foreign-sounding names. Apparently not so in Yamazaki. I had visions of the Japanese head cook, looking like Mr. Miyagi, going to me in his English-with-Japanese-accent, "You want authentic?! You have to know the names!" HAHAHAHA! 'D



Hubby Sweet and I asked each other back and forth, "What are you having?"..."I don't know. What are you having?"...."I don't know, you?"...."Uh...I don't know". Momentary silence before the exchange begins all over again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! 'D The waitress finally took pity on us (or she probably realized she would be standing there forever unless she helped us out, haha). Handing us another menu with pictures, she warmly suggested, "Mam, tumingin na lang po kayo sa pictures." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! 'D

Thing is, they only had the rice meals rendered in pics. None of it appealed to us at that time because we knew we were heading home to House Better for dinner with Mother and Father. We only wanted a light merienda. Still, it did not escape my attention that they provided pretty good value at the place. I mean for P130, one can already get a decent bento box complete with appetizer, viand and rice! I made a mental note to visit the place again--probably for lunch or dinner takeout! =D
After surveying the menu with pics and finding nothing that we wanted to eat at that point in time, I went back to surveying the original menu that the waitress handed to us.

Almost panicking, haha, I finally found the one thing we went there for. "Miss," I went to the waitress, "Bigyan mo na lang kami ng...uh...Yamazaki Ramen Special." HAHA! 'D Done! Hahaha. She looked relieved and smiled. "Good for two na yun, Mam. Share na lang kayo," she advised before scurrying away. Haha! 'D

While waiting for the ramen to arrive, Hubby Sweet had time to survey the grocery and found that they actually carried frozen shishamo (this fish that seems to have only fish roes for internal organs, haha) that he would always order in Zaifu. (Mental note to drop by the grocery one of these days to get some. =))

Soon enough, the big bowl of Ramen arrived. The soup was warm and light-tasting. The noodles were plentiful with the typical flavor and "spongy" (for lack of a better term) bite of authentic Japanese ramen. The pork cutlets were not tipid either. All in all, a GREAT, GREAT deal for only P180! 'D No more reviews. See for yourself.

SOUP +


RAMEN +


PORK =


YUM!!! ^_^

And since it was good for two, DOUBLE YUM!!! ^_^ ^_^


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TIP! Yamazaki does not have parking up front. It would be best to park either in the Creekside parking area (P40) or at Makati Cinema. =) Also, bring cash. From the looks of it, I don't think they take credit cards. Haha. Then again, I could be wrong. Haha! =D

Thursday, December 13, 2007

DELICIOUS DISH-COVERIES: PART 2! =)

Last Saturday was a hectic, but pretty good day. I had been advised by the ad agency that we would be doing a re-offline of the Christmas TVC at 4:00 p.m.--which will hopefully end in time for me to meet up with the rest of the family for the Wanders Chinese Acrobat Circus at the Casino Filipino along Airport Road. It's one of Father's advance birthday gifts (should I say only? hahaha), and it's one I cannot afford to miss.

With all the tickets to the show still with me, I made arrangements with Sister Pusjing for me to drop off everyone else's tickets at House Makati. That way, they can take care of picking up Mother and Father at House Better in case, push comes to shove (sana hindi!), the re-offline once again ends at some ungodly hour.

Before dropping the tickets off, I goaded Hubby S to eat someplace we haven't been to before--I suppose as a temporary respite from the whirlwind of activities that has been going on around me lately. Eating somewhere new, for some strange reason, makes me giddy-happy. It's the equivalent of a mini-break for me. Haha. Yes, it recharges me and gives me peace. =D

That's how we found ourselves in SANGO! The Burger Master! Haha. =)



Sango is not your typical Japanese restaurant. 'Am not sure if they actually have tempura, teriyaki, sushi and sashimi. If they did, it's not the highlight of the menu. I've previously heard of the restaurant from my photographer friend Nikolodeon (that's his assigned code, and I do hope he does not kill me the next time I see him, haha), and he has, on occasion, asked his trusty assistant Divine to serve Sango during shoots. I once went for the Chili Fries (which is to die for!). On the basis of that single Chili Fries experience, I thought visiting Sango to try the full line-up is a trip worth taking with the Hubby. A Japanese Burger Joint. Now, how weird is that?! The idea alone made me smile, and intrigued me enough to resolve to visit! =)

We arrived around 2:30 p.m. to find the place almost full with only two empty booths left inside. (I just realize that the Hubby and I have been eating unusually late lunches during Saturdays, haha. That's probably because we eat breakfast at 9:00 a.m. Ngyaaahhh...=)). 'Am not sure if it's the same for Hubby Sweet, but as soon as we stepped into Sango, I felt like we also stepped off the streets of Manila. Why?

First, everyone else in the place--other than us--was Japanese! Japanese moms with their Japanese sons. Japanese dads with their Japanese daughters. Japanese men with their.. uh OK...Filipina girlfriends. =) Oh, and yes, even the Filipino crew seem to be fluent in Japanese, conversing easily and continuously with their patrons in a language that I do not understand. Haha. I took all these as a good sign, thinking one cannot go wrong with a Japanese restaurant that actually has mostly Japanese customers. =)


Second, Japanese anime comic books, magazines and books lined the bookshelves that stood on one side of the restaurant. I suppose customers were free to read them, considering that the kids were running to and fro with comic books in tow. In addition, Japanese anime cartoon was playing on the LCD screen mounted on the opposite wall. Various origami figures also lined the counters and the kitchen windows. Apparently, the servers give these out to the kids. I, for example, found rather charming seeing a little girl who looks like a Japanese doll receive an origami flower from one of the waitresses--especially when she smiled back in delight until her eyes were no more than slits. =) Rumor has it that when the Japanese owner is there, he gives out origami rings (which he makes himself) to first-time visitors. I suppose it releases the inner kid in everybody as they wolf down their sandwiches while wearing "Voltes V" rings. Haha! =) Sayang, he wasn't there when we went. =(

Last, despite the packed place and the very active kids, you don't sense any of the chaos that you would otherwise walk into if you visited Jollibee or McDonalds. First, although some of the kids were running around, none of them were screaming. It also seemed as if they all had lightweight feet. =) I suppose it also helps that the place was generally well-lit and that there's sufficient space between tables and booths so you don't feel like you're eating elbow-to-elbow with the rest of the metropolis. It's soooooooo Japanese to still be able to provide a sense of zen amidst a bustle of activities. It's an art I have yet to master. I really wish such can be bottled up so I can just buy it off the shelf and take it to the office with me. Haha. =)

While I took in the sights, Hubby Sweet's take on the restaurant was more olfactory. As soon as we walked in, he took a whiff and couldn't stop himself from going, "Hmmmmmmnnnnn.....Tweet, I love the smell!" And, yes, I suppose that's another thing that sets Sango apart from your regular burger joint. It smells clean. Not the antiseptic-Lysol kind of clean. It smells like...how do I say it? It smells like food cooking without the smell of grease. It smells like Japanese spices and flavors lightly and very subtly wafting in the air even as they delicately flavor the food that is being cooked.

Ah, yes, the food. After surveying the menu, the Hubby went for the house bestseller. The Master Burger! DOUBLE VERSION. Haha. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine how he will eat the darn thing without it collapsing. As the Japanese have been known for simplicity and moderation, however, let me just say that this is NOT a gigantic burger. It's not as big as those burgers that you get from Friday's. It's a moderately sized burger that when it was served, I actually thought Hubby S would waste no time ordering for seconds. Apparently, it was more filling than it looked! Hubby Sweet, after all, contentedly leaned back soon after he finished it off--along with a serving of fries (each strip as big as my fingers) and a very healthy take on Iced Tea. Brewed Ginger Iced Tea. =)

Just to experience The Master, I took a bite (which was quite a struggle since the size of my mouth is no match for the full height of the burger, haha). It was pretty flavorful. No bland burgers here. The flavor is in the pattie. The flavors and textures of the lettuce, tomato, cheese, chopped onions and the meat sauce topping enhanced the taste even more. Yum! =)

I, on the other hand, decided on the Yakiniku Rice Burger and Coke Light. I mean, if I were to eat here, I might as well eat something I cannot get in any other burger joint. Oh, except McDo, I suppose. =) (For the record, I also love McDonalds' rice burgers! Haha. =) I just thought I might as well take the opportunity to find out how an honest-to-goodness Japanese rice burger tastes like. =))

Sango's rice burger is much simpler. It has none of the sesame seeds and the mild teriyaki rice flavoring that you would get in the McDo version. The "rice patty" was actually quite crumbly--which, really, shouldn't be the case, right? Disappointment with the rice patty notwithstanding, I thought the flavor of the entire thing was quite excellent. Then again, I suppose that's because I love Yakiniku beef! Hehe. The Yakiniku rice burger came with a bed of lettuce and a light lace of aioli. It was OK over-all. If the rice patty weren't crumbly, I'd probably even rate it great. Still, I wouldn't mind ordering it again the next time we go. That's how much I love Yakiniku beef. =)

Our meal was capped off by a shared serving of Blueberry Shake. (Shared because Hubby Sweet and I were both trying to lose weight. Haha! 'P). I read in a magazine once that we should ignore the name and simply order it for dessert. As soon as we got it, I realized why. The so-called Blueberry Shake is actually a simple sundae made of vanilla ice cream generously topped with cornflakes and blueberry drips. The magazine article also advised that it is best to first mix the Blueberry Shake thoroughly before digging into it. That's exactly what I did. The Blueberry Shake was a goner as soon as Hubby Sweet and I took our separate first spoonfuls. YUM!!! ^_^ Haha! The flavor was actually very simple, but the combined texture of smooth and creamy ice cream, crunchy cornflakes and blueberries bursting inside the mouth provided a wonderfully light but indulgent experience (if that is at all possible). It being a fairly simple concoction, I will nonetheless resist the temptation to just replicate it at home, lest I blow up to the size of a Good Year blimp in no time at all. Hahaha! 'P

All told, I enjoyed our visit to Sango. I enjoyed the ambience as much as I appreciated the flavors in the food (and in the air, haha). Most of all, I loved the fact that although I felt full, I did not feel unnecessarily bloated as we walked out. It's a particularly unique experience, considering Sango is supposed to be a fastfood burger joint. I suppose that gives me license to say that despite the menu line-up, the Sango experience is really so Japanese! =)


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P.S. - For the benefit of Sister Pusjing, the meal cost us around P400+. Haha. Yes, it's not exactly cheap. I suppose even the price has to be authentically Japanese. Haha! =) In any case, if you want to try Sango for yourself, it's at the Mile Long (or is it the Gallerie?) Building along Amorsolo. Basta, it's the building right next to Makati Cinema Square. =) Sango and the other restaurants are sandwiched between Pharoah (yes, the GRO club =)), and another Videoke Club. =) Ayan, now all the guys know where Sango is! HAHA! 'P

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

DELICIOUS DISH-COVERIES! =)

South Beach begone!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!! After successfully holding on to my 100-lbs weight for a good three months, I am back to my 112-lbs (maybe more). Ack! =(

Work did me in. Not having enough time these days to actually go and buy veggies (much less have time to cook them), the Hubby and I have resorted to eating out more and more. Fortunately for the hubby, he has his weekly wakeboarding and his 3x-a-week gym time to keep him fit. I, on the other hand, barely have time to comb my hair these days. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! In addition to eating out, we have been rushing several TVCs and shoots. People in the industry would know what pre-prod and shoots mean. FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! An endless parade of food!!!!!!!!! Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In any case, I have resolved since Monday to at least try and eat more sensibly--in addition to resolving to eat in smaller portions. Haha. That means trading in my Venti Peppermint Mocha Frappucion for a hot Venti Peppermint Tea instead. It means eating smaller portions of rice. It means choosing to eat salad over lunch. All in all, it isn't such a bad deal. I actually don't mind eating these things. It's just that I don't usually choose them over the other yummy stuff. Haha! =D

With Christmas coming in about two weeks though, I thought it would be a good time to try and exercise some self-control. Not only will it prepare me better for the Christmas binges, it will also make sure I don't look like a butterball in all the Christmas pics! Haha!

So, anyway! This is my temporary goodbye post to all the delicious dish-coveries I've had in the past few months. =)


KKK! - A Food Revolution @ The Mall of Asia

In one rare Saturday that did not find Hubby Sweet on his way to Lago de Oro, we found ourselves trooping to The Mall of Asia, each with our own agendas. He wanted to go and check out the X-In-The-City event at the parking lot (which put together tournaments for several "extreme sports"--wall climbing, kite-skateboarding, wakeboarding, etc., etc.--in one place). I was on a mission to find a gift for ultra-precocious GB's 2nd birthday and another one for ultra-adorable Ray*-B's third. We got to the MOA in time for a late lunch, resolving to eat someplace we would never find in any of the Makati, the Fort and Ortigas malls and eating places that we usually go to.

After a quick survey of the menus parked outside each of the restaurants, the Hubby & I unanimously agreed on KKK. The twists in the menu intrigued us enough to decide that we were ready for a food revolution! Haha!



KKK is not too big. I think it can sit at most 50 people, but there were a few tables free by the time we got there, it being a late (almost 2:00 p.m.) lunch and all. =) We entered to find a gigantic mural along one wall of this photo of Jose Rizal and other revolutionaries. (My history teacher will kill me as I do not recognize the other two, haha!) 'Am not sure if this was based on an authentic photo, this being the digital age, but I thought it lent a kitschy-witty feel to the place. =)

In any case, a restaurant does not rate great because of its ambience. We must taste the food!!! 'Twas a hard choice with the menu filled with a slew of interesting dish options. Hubby Sweet and I, however, eventually decided on two viands: inasnang plapla (yey!) and sinigang na lechon (double yey!).

With two cups of steaming hot rice and two glasses of bottomless gulaman at sago. I was practically salivating and I haven't even seen the dishes yet! HAHA! How Pavlovian. Haha! 'P

The gulaman and sago came first in a syrupy green and red color combo served on a bed of crushed ice. Christmas in a glass! YES! =) As soon as I took my first sip--with the sago and gulaman siphoning up the straw before bursting in my mouth--I was glad I did not take the usual Coke Light route. Slightly pricey @ P75 for the bottomless option (I mean considering it's just sago and gulaman =)), but I suppose I have rationalized enough in my mind that it is the only drink worthy of the full KKK experience. Haha. =)

The sinigang na lechon was served not too long after. I found it intriguing, and almost instantly happily dug into the palayok to transfer single-serve portions of the lechon meat (surprisingly, the lechon balat was still reasonably crunchy! =)) with generous servings of kangkong leaves, talong, and kamatis swimming in the delightfully-sour tamarind broth into our individual bowls. Heaven. I don't know if it was because it was a late lunch, but it was heaven. Heaven in a bowl. Haha. The smokiness of the lechon meat blended wonderfully with the sour soup. One bite into the crunchy balat while sipping the soup had the Hubby Sweet and I scrambling for the last piece of skin! Haha. 'P
Hmmnnnn....hmmmmmnn...GOOD! No. Hmmmnnn.....hmmmmmnnnn...GREAT! =D We have thankfully discovered another way of dealing with leftover lechon--especially with the coming holidays! =D

We were way done with the sinigang na lechon when we realized the inasnang plapla has not yet been served. Nabitin tuloy ang Hubby! After repeated follow-ups and repeated apologies from the waiters and the kitchen staff, the dish finally arrived. Hubby Sweet and I sat in silence as we looked at the gigantic fish, not exactly sure how we were going to deal with it. It was caked in a thick white crust (which we later found out was coarse salt) with a side-serving of bagoong. The server explained, apologizing again, that it takes time for the heat to permeate through the salt crust to eventually cook the fish. "OK...", I thought, "How do we eat it?" Haha! She seem to have read my mind and proceeded to de-crust the fish. We dug into the bagoong side-dip and discovered a treasure of tomatoes and onions inside. Digging further down, we also discovered slivers of kamias! Yum! ^_^ I have never had kamias as part of the dip before, but I am now a convert. =)

Thankfully, the fish was not too salty--as I had expected, given the thick crust. It tasted fresh, but truth be told, it tasted quite ordinary (parang inihaw na isda lang! =)) but the presentation and the dip made it seem just a tad more special. Hubby S and I dug in and enjoyed the fish with whatever rice was still left. Matching the fish with the lechon sinigang soup was also divine. Hay......*Deep, deep sigh*...=)

Sya! This is it for now.
More of our dish-coveries in the next blog na lang!

Back to work muna ko....=)





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P.S.!!!
If you want to try it out, KKK is on the ground floor of MOA--on the wing near the IMAX theater.
I think we spent around P750 here. Not exactly cheap, considering the restaurant is practically on "food-court" row where most of the mid- & low-price restaurants are. Still, it was worth the experience of at least finding something new! =D

Friday, December 7, 2007

I'M A FAN!!! / DECEMBER 5,2007

I've been belatedly fascinated with You Tube. 'Am especially thrilled that its use apparent goes far beyond me scouring for past episodes of Marimar that I missed because of the late nights at work. Haha! I came across this and found myself crying like a fool in our dimly-lit sala. Haha. Now I've always rooted for the underdog. I especially love it when they win! This is Paul Potts on Britain's Got Talent. Yes. I am now officially a fan. =D

P.S. - Now why do I get the feeling you'd be crying too after you see this? =)