I was mindlessly scrolling down my newsfeed when I came across a link entitled “50 Life Hacks to Simplify your Life”. As someone who’s looking for more ingenious ways when it comes to everyday tasks, I was pretty excited about what was in store.

On subtle reminders when it comes to good health.

Take for example this marked water bottle. I for one, am one of those who constantly have to be reminded to take a swig every now and then. If there’s nobody there to remind me, I usually fall victim to (a) forgetting my thirst or (b) remembering it for a second, telling myself that I’ll rehydrate in a minute, but ultimately forgetting in the end.

I’m one to work on pressure, so I think that this coaxing of the marked lines will have me go bonkers if I don’t finish a “level” of water in time. But hey, if it’ll get me to drink more fluids at the end of the day, maybe it isn’t such a bad idea after all.

Dessert portion control.

Let it be known that sweets must never be completely taken out of my diet, lest I go on a chocolate eating frenzy and scarf down every bit of cocoa in sight. I’ve seen this picture countless times already actually. I just haven’t mustered up the initiative to make one for myself. But who knows, maybe I’ll whip up a mug or two to share.

Besides the fact that this recipe is practically fool proof, I like how it limits the calorie intake per serving. I’m a big snacker so it’s pretty hard for me to mentally stop myself from eating one chocolate bar after another. I mean, sure they may just be bite sized pieces, but have six of those in a day, and well that won’t really strike as something pleasant in the fat and jiggle department.

Oh, if only I knew about this earlier.

Back when I was still a college senior bound by the perils of thesis, I had a slight panic attack whilst looking for CD cases. With a deadline at noon and only two handfuls of minutes to spare, I ran to the LS bookstore, grabbed a CD case off the shelf, and waited in line rather impatiently. Since it was lunch time a number of students were queueing up as well. There I was, fidgety as can be, looking at my watch, and desperately pleading time to pause.

By some miracle, I made it to my deadline with a little under two minutes to spare. Thank goodness for adrenaline that makes a person sprint like nobody’s business. Even though I’m extremely pleased at the outcome, I think knowing this little life hack beforehand would have saved me a couple of fine lines on my face.


Do you know of any other life hacks? I’d love to hear about them.


At the start of this year, I told myself that I’d start incorporating more greens into my diet. I was pretty darn determined to eat nothing but vegetables and fruit at the start. But I guess repressing my sweet tooth has done me more harm than good.

Anyway, let this be my way of assurance when it comes to checking another item off my 2013 resolution list.

Mary Grace Caesar Salad

Mary Grace Caesar Salad

This has to be my favorite salad to date. It’s not exactly the healthiest of its kind — what with the creamy dressing the greens are coated in — but it’s definitely a plate of comfort for me.

I remember eating this with Rika, one of my colleagues, after a meeting at Makati. We were pressed with deadlines to meet for the afternoon but were just too hungry to think.

Normally, I’d be fine with working lunches since I’d feel more productive at the end of the day… But this dish, it deserves respect. It deserves to be smiled at upon the waiter’s delivery from the kitchen to the table. It deserves to be cut and pierced with the utmost care, lest any ingredient accidentally fall off the plate. And it deserves to be savored, each bite chewed ever so slowly, enthralling the taste buds of the tongue.

Dory served with a salad to be washed down with sangria.

Dory served with a salad to be washed down with sangria.

I feel incredibly blessed with the friends I have. One of them in particular is Sasha. She prepared dinner for Pat and I before and made everything herself. Had I not had an upset stomach or been too full from countless glasses of sangria, I would’ve probably licked the plate clean.

Sasha, if you’re reading this, thanks again for being such an amazing host. Dinner was delicious and company was great as always! I miss you and the rest of the Wings Team, sweets. I really do hope we’d all get to hang out soon.

And there you have it, my two bits of evidence when it comes to eating healthy. Do follow me on Instagram (roxcideleon) if you’d like to monitor my future plates of yummy greens!

I know, I know. Forgive the corny 5vorites bit but that’s what I’ve decided to call this entry. I figured I’d jump on the “Favorites” blogpost bandwagon and start listing down five favorites or highlights for the month just passed. That way, I get a good ol’ trip down fairly-recent memory lane and remind myself that no matter how stress ridden a month can be, there are still pockets of gold hidden beneath all the chaos and hormones.

Let’s start, shall we?


Daddy's back, and for good. Well, sort of.

Daddy’s back for good! Well, sort of.

Early last month, we picked up my dad from the airport and made our way back home like the happy close knit family that we are. It’s really nice being in the same country with my dad again and I’m happy that he’s finally taking a well deserved rest. He’s still quite the workaholic though so I’m not entirely sure how long his “vacation” will be. Nevertheless, it’s great to have him around.

I find it adorable how my parents still go to my room before they sleep, checking to see if I’m also getting ready for bed. They can’t hide their concern when they see me typing away with a cup of coffee by my side though. Other times, I try and sleep before midnight. But some nights are a different story.


& this is how Vergs and I look like whenever we watch cartoon movies. Haha! (Image taken from Tumblr.)

In all honesty, dating someone who doesn’t share the same interests as me can be quite frustrating. Take for example, my fascination with anything released by Pixar and Disney and his lack thereof. Or how he loves horror movies when I for one sing “La la la” out loud in an attempt to keep busy when a scary story is being told. And it doesn’t just end there too. One of my biggest weaknesses is nuts in any kind and form possible. I stock up on different peanut butters and have several kinds of nuts in raw, honey roasted, and slightly salted variations. I’m a downright nut, pardon the pun. But while I gape at all the different kinds of nut varieties available, Vergs is deathly allergic to them. I may have accidentally forgotten that pesto had nuts mixed in and offered him a plate, to which he got back at me and told our friends that I tried to kill him.

But I have to say, albeit frustrating, all these differences are a little refreshing. It’s like HIMYM’s olive theory, I guess. Person A doesn’t like olives and Person B does, so it’s ultimately a win-win situation — by the way, the same goes for whenever we find olives in our nachos. Mmm yummy olives!


Zoella, a YouTube vlogger based in UK. See more of here here:

Zoella, a YouTube vlogger based in UK. See more of here here:

Zoella’s this beauty blogger who has the personality and optimism that a lot would be envy for. She’s so candid and doesn’t mind looking silly at all– something I’ve always admired about some people. Her kookiness is just a part of her charm, I guess. That, and her British accent. Oh goodness me, I may have found a girl crush.


Lonely Hearts Club aka CommuniTEAM

As some of you may or may or not know, I’ve started working at a multinational advertising agency early last month. Although I’m a tad bit overwhelmed at times with all the digital scans and content plans to be prepared in x amount of days, I get by with a little help from my CommuniTEAM. I’ve never felt so welcomed at work before and I owe it to them for teaching me the basics about status scheduling, Social Bakers, and Facebook Insights. They’ve been a brilliant companion during lunches both in and out of the office too. I still consider myself the ultimate newbie in the team but I never would’ve guessed that I’d get a lot of “love” from a group that calls themselves The Lonely Hearts Club.


So happy to have finally seen Vergs dance. Yay for Homecoming!

So happy to have finally seen him dance. Yay for Homecoming! (Photo from Zaya.)

Prior to last month’s Homecoming dance concert, I had never seen Vergs dance. Not even when I asked nicely.So when he asked me if he should join his friends for a dance or two, I said yes right away. Dates spent tired from work, classes, and training were our own ways of still making time for each other, a feat I’m pretty proud of us for.

Fast forward to a few hours before the concert.. I was at work, readying my things to leave at 5:30 sharp, when a horrible storm happened. I was in a white dress, velvet flats, and the open parking lot where my car stood had a flood up to ankles. With my tiny blue umbrella, I managed to make it to my car without looking like a complete mess — at least I hope. I didn’t really care that much because the concert was at 7 and it was rush hour. I just stepped on the gas pedal and drove off into the sea of cars. Fortunately, I made it in time with an hour to spare because the power went out in the auditorium.

I’ve got to admit, Vergs looks really good dancing on stage. That’s all I’m going to say because I’m afraid he’ll read this and get a big head again. Hahah!! But honestly though, I was so proud and happy to see him performing. The fact that he only joined the concert because of me was the cherry on top.

“I didn’t remove them, though. I’m leaving them because now when I look at them, they remind me of Hope. They remind me of me, and everything I’ve had to overcome to get to this point in my life. And while I could sit here and feel sorry for myself, wondering why all of this happened to me… I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to wish for a perfect life. The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down.”

An excerpt from Colleen Hoover’s Hopeless

Scars are something people aren’t usually keen on having. Whether they’re literal or not, scars are something I’ve consciously tried to prevent. “Mag-ingat ka sa tornilyo, (Be wary of the nail.)” my mom would say as I’d swiftly move past a jagged nail on the wall. “Baka magkapeklat ka.” (You might get a scar.) “Just be careful of whoever you give your heart to,” said my friend. “You wouldn’t want to be scarred again.”

It’s things like these that make me approach the idea of scars with a hesitance. After all, I’m not one to talk about my mistakes unless needed. I looked at scars as signs of weaknesses, markings of whatcouldhavebeens, whathadbeens and everything in between. Every thought of them was followed by a sigh of pity, at how I could’ve taken better care of myself or at how I could’ve made better choices.

Lately, I’ve been having episodes of a certain scar resurfacing. I’m not welcoming the idea of broadcasting what it is just yet, but rest assured that it isn’t a physical mark nor a person.

It’s just there, taunting and telling me not to bother when it comes to doing more than what I think I am capable of. It acts as an anchor, drowning me in complete misery until I’m completely engulfed by negative emotions.

Some days it wins over me and I’m left to sleep it off, self-esteem as low as ever. But other days, I fight it head on, realize I am my own ship and pull up the stupid anchor.

Today is one of the latter days. I will it to be.

I started my 2013 with a yearning for some Eggs Benedict. Heck, I started my 2012 the same way, but never actually caved in to the cravings. There was always something there to distract me, be it a new food trend or a simple double take on Krispy Kreme’s display of glazed donuts. Bottom line is the craving was disregarded until it resurfaced, with a vengeance no less.

CBTL's Eggs Benedict

CBTL’s Eggs Benedict

Half the year has gone by and I’ve had two different versions of Eggs Ben — one of them involves the picture above.

CBTL’s version, though merely satisfactory when it comes to taste, was one of my go to lunches/snacks/dinners pre finals week at Ateneo. I guess there’s just something about stress that makes me reach for something starchy and heavy (read: CARBS) to stuff my mouth with. Stress called for food that had to be chewed. Pasta was a nuisance since I didn’t want to be bothered about having spots of tomato or olive oil on my notes, or God forbid, my Mac. And rice? Well, I had a love-hate relationship with it so that wasn’t a viable option either.

So what else did I have left to turn to that was readily available in Katipunan? Bread. And I believe that’s one of the things CBTL does best. There’s something about their crusty and toasted outside but soft inside bread that just gets me and makes me forgive the mediocre slices of ham and cheese.

Bizu's Eggs Benedict

Bizu’s Eggs Benedict

And from the uninspiring, I move on to the exceptional. Bizu’s offering of Eggs Benedict is so good that I’d rate it a perfect score on my food review scale.

I’ve always found beauty in the cascading egg yolk upon first cut, about how it slowly coats the forest ham, and drips onto the corners of the English corn muffin… And lest I forget, how the yolk forms a small lake on the immaculate white plate and how much of a dream it is to wipe every bit up with a piece of bread… I’m rambling. Forgive me.

I’m off to have dinner with Ea in a bit! The last time I saw her was during my distraught pre-employment state. Now that I actually have a job, I assume a heavy catch up session is in order!

“It’s what you have always wanted to accomplish. Everyone, when they are young, knows what their destiny is. At that point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible. They are not afraid to dream, and to yearn for everything they would like to see happen to them in their lives, But, as time passes, a mysterious force begins to convince them that it will be impossible for them to realize their destiny.”


“That’s the way it always is,” said the old man. “It’s called the principle of favorability. When you play cards the first time, you are almost sure to win. Beginner’s luck.”

“Why is that?”

“Because there is a force that wants you to realize your destiny; it whets your appetite with a taste of success.”


“I’m already used to the way things are. Before you came, I was thinking about how much time I had wasted in the same place, while my friends had moved on, and either went bankrupt or did better than they had before. It made me very depressed. Now, I can see that it hasn’t been too bad. The shop is exactly the size I always wanted it to be. I don’t want to change anything, because I don’t know how to deal with change. I’m used to the way I am.”

The boy didn’t know what to say. The old man continued, “You have been a real blessing to me. Today, I understand something I didn’t see before: every blessing ignored becomes a curse. I don’t want anything else in life. But you are forcing me to look at wealth and at horizons I have never known. Now that I have seen them, and now that I see how immense my possibilities are, I’m going to feel worse than I did before you arrived. Because I know the things I should be able to accomplish, and I don’t want to do so.”


He always enjoyed seeing the happiness that the travelers experienced when, after weeks of yellow sand and blue sky, they first saw the green of the date palms.


“Why would the desert reveal such things to a stranger when it knows that we have been here for generations?” said another of the chieftains.

“Because my eyes are not yet accustomed to the desert,” the boy said. “I can see things that eyes habituated to the desert might not see.”


“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go one.”

“That makes sense,” the alchemist answered. “Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”


“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”


“The alchemist said, “No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn’t know it.”

It’s been almost five months since my last blog entry and boy, has life thrown so many blessings and curve balls in said span of time. Seriously. So many things have happened that it’s hard to believe — and accept sometimes — that half the year has gone by.

For starters…

I’ve finally graduated college! Yes, I know I could’ve done better on my grades and could’ve probably spent additional nights trying to live, breathe, and eat Virtue Ethics for my last Philosophy class… But, I wouldn’t change a thing.

I spent the last few weeks of my university life hanging out with friends (many of whom I won’t be seeing for a long while), having a blast with my fellow Wings Team members (during my 6 month stint with Red Bull), and plain letting myself breathe.

Too many years have passed with me caring a little too much about grades, so for my last semester, as soon as I had my thesis bound and creative project printed, I poured myself a glass of wine and slept happily under the warmth of my comforter.


Thank you, Ateneo. Best 4 years of my life spent with you!

Graduation came along and my dad took a flight home just so he could see me walk up on the stage. I stand by what I said before, “It’s every bit my graduation as it is my parents’.” They’ve seen me at my best and worst and they’ve been nothing but supportive, from keeping me company during my all-nighters to picking me up after blueREPERTORY rehearsals just so I’d get a few minutes of sleep on the ride home. They’ve spent and sacrificed so much on my education and other miscellaneous things that I’ve always thought of graduation as my way of finally giving back to them. The end of a chapter and the start of another as some would say.


Going to spoil mom and dad rotten for sure!

Next life update comes in the form of a person, someone who’s pretty much taken over my Instagram by storm.


Say hello to Vergs!

Funny how life has a way of confusing you and frustrating yourself in the process.

We’re not exactly the best kinds of people when it comes to things like these — heck I don’t even think we expected this to happen at all — but a little under four months of dating and so far, we’re still at it.

I’m not going to disclose that much as I’d still like some privacy so I’ll let those pictures do the talking for now.

Third update involves a plane ticket to Hong Kong with one of my closest girlfriends.

One of the best things about traveling with Maronne is how we're so alike with eating habits and transportation options.

One of the best things about traveling with Maronne is how we’re so alike in eating habits and transportation choices.

This trip was made possible by pure spontaneity. Booking of the flight alone started with me frantically texting Maronne that there was a flight promo to HK, and well you get the picture.

6 days and 5 nights with this friend I lovingly call Macaroni and I think it’s safe to say that this won’t be a last for us. There are way too many stories in this trip alone. Maybe I’ll share them in a separate post.

& that’s about it for now, a three point update on things that have occupied me for the past couple of months. Stay tuned for more — I hope!