Me and some friends had dinner at Heat Shangri-La a few days ago and I was lucky enough to be allowed by the chef to take a few pictures to take for memory.

Heat offers international cuisines that are utterly delectable. This, hands down, is my new favorite restaurant; something that will be frequented for celebrations.

Come main course I could not take snaps anymore, not that I was not allowed, I was just too darn hungry. Here have a look …


Chocolates, Violets and Dreams

Conversations from last night …

Hey, you there?

What’s up?

I woke up,,, wanted to tell you I had a dream about you.


You were wearing a violet top and shorts. We were eating chocolate cake. My mom woke me up to ask something and now I’m trying to run after that dream.

Then what are you doing talking to me?

Uhm, I wanted to ask if you have a violet shirt and shorts?

What if I did have ‘em?

Wow! Now how in the world will I know that? Amazing, don’t you think?

A lot of girls have violet tops and shorts.

You may be right but ,,, you were in my dreams. Isn’t that amazing?

Maybe, if you feel it is.

It is. Bummer! Mom should not have woken me. Now I don’t know how the story ends. I hope when I go back, I’d get the continuation.

I don’t think it works that way.

I know but I wish it did ,,, (silence) ,,, hey, aren’t you about to sleep?


Well, maybe I can see you again later if we sleep now.

You’re funny.


Again, it doesn’t work that way.

Again, I wish it did.

I’m going to sleep now.

Yeah let’s.

Good night.

Goodnight ,,, mwah. See you again in my dreams in your violet top and shorts, eating chocolate cake, in a room with just you and me.

See you.

Did I tell you we were happy?

We are happy, aren’t we?

We’re happy in reality and in our dreams. Let’s sleep at the same time, shall we? That way it would be like sleeping together – in a Rated PG type of way.

Ahaha, o’ryt.

Goodnight again.


Cathedral-Basilica of the Immaculate Conception

Or more famously known as Manila Cathedral, is the cathedral church of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Manila. It is located in the Intramuros district of Manila in the Philippines. The cathedral has been damaged and destroyed several times since the original cathedral was built in 1581; the sixth and current incarnation of the cathedral was completed in 1958 and was consecrated as a minor basilica in 1981. It is dedicated to Saint Mary under the title Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception, patroness of the Philippines.

Abby stared at her monitor pretending to be working. She begged none of the tears to fall. It was just too obvious and her colleagues might see. She knew, even if she was in such turmoil, that it was not the place to do such things. No one would understand. Instead she went to the bathroom, stared at the mirror and thought:

I wish that I did not have to guess, that I did not have to wait and that I did not have to wonder. But all these I am going through now because you led me on.

I am confused as confused can be, but I’ll  choose to just be quiet and distant. After having been spun, it was all I can do to keep a little of myself. I’m just going to busy little old me with many things that won’t hurt, than continue a game cruelly enjoyed by you. What’s breaking me down is I learned that I made another mistake out of good faith; gathering a little too much of something that did not exist.

I wish that I did not make any decisions about you. It would have spared me the agony … of having to back down on something I decided to pursue and decided to hold on to. Changes, I thought would be good, only opened deep wounds. Why can’t it hurt less? Why won’t it just go away and die a natural death? And why do I even have to go through this?

I am not one to insist myself to anyone but I don’t want to be dismissed so harshly and loosely either.

Poor Abby, walked all over again without any warning. So unhappy and lost, she wonders how long can she be like this? And why do people feel the need to play games with her?

What she has forgotten is that she use to have someone who really cares for her. Deeply loves her and would go to the ends of the world for her. And somehow, karma found her. And although she stayed with him for as long as she possibly can, she could not fake that she was in love with him. Truly it was just the thought of him that she reveled in. He knew this and it pained him to hell and back.

Every bit of the pain she inflicted traced its way to its origin. The universe did not forget that Abby was once cruel, too.

She is now paying her dues through Allen.

My Name Is Memory

Daniel has loved Sophia for thousands of years. He remembers her and everything that he has gone through every time he is reborn. But Sophia starts fresh every life she lives but when she meets him, every part of her being knows that she loves him too.

“Well. It’s a strange thing,” I explained. “With each birth your body starts out fresh and mostly blank, but then you print yourself on it over time. You hold onto old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too.” I glanced up at Sophia. “And you hold them in your joints and your organs and wear them on your skin.”

“You do.” She was giving me that same look of indulgence, but it was less confident.

“We all do.”

“Because we live again and again?”

“Most of us.”

“Not all of us?” Her indulgence showed more signs of genuinely wanting to know.

“Some live only once. Some a very few times. And some just go on and on and on.”


I put my head back on my pillow. “That is hard to explain. I’m not sure I really know.”

“And you?”

“I’ve lived many times.”

“And you remember them?”

“Yes. That’s where I’m different than most people.”

Ann Brashares addresses two things in her new Novel My Name Is Memory, love and reincarnation. Something all of us have been fascinated with. It definitely draws the attention about making corrections in each lifetime and the choices that we make now; something wherein one way or another, ripples through another existence. In My Name Is Memory, the main character’s goal is to correct and achieve love that is meant to be. It revolves between two star-crossed lovers that keeps coming back in order to set their lives right. But in every lifetime, only Daniel remembers and each time, he attempts to remind Sophia who they are.

I definitely fell in love with the novel even after just a few page. It is very inventive and charismatic; the part where they kept losing each other throughout life was very absorbing. I’ve heard about its release eight months before it actually did and I wrote it down as one of my must reads. Now I can say that the wait was worth it. It fed my need to read an honest romance novel and I was not afraid to recommend it to friends. I am still enthralled by the story and I just can’t wait to read the next – yes, this one is set for a trilogy.

There is a hint of The Time Traveller’s Wife crossed with a little Nicholas Sparks fashion in this story. Surely, My Name Is Memory can easily become a novel-made-for-the-movies. I think it does have potential as a box office magnet and young readers can certainly sink their teeth with another swoon worthy protagonist. 

Like most books that I fell in love with, this novel doesn’t start quiet. You an easily wrap yourself around the fresh narrative and get lost in the eons of struggle to carry out a destiny.