My two siblings and I loved that soup (my little sister wasn't born yet at the time, and even after, she always gave me her share). It comes in those little sachets. You need to mix the powder first with cold water before boiling it. I remember a time when my brother's yaya (technically, ours, I guess) cooked some, tasted the soup and found it sour ( Read more... )

There's nothing to say, really. That is to say, there's really nothing to say that's worth hearing (or reading, rather). But I'd write briefly, anyway, a few things that should sum up what would have been a hundred-page rant ( Read more... )

It’s almost two in the morning as I’m typing this. Outside, on the loft, there are four Pisay alumni reminiscing about old times and gossiping about other people (probably fellow batchmates. LOL). Oh, and they’re also drunk ( Read more... )

I was tempted to open a Xanga account, just so I can be all angsty and pathetic up front, enjoying the absolute anonimity ( Read more... )