Come to the Garden

After five months of postponing it every week, we finally finally went to Sonya’s Garden. And, man, oh, man it was AWESOME. Well…OK. Maybe awesome isn’t the best word to use… It’s quaint and pretty and relaxing and…very very very VERY nice place.

I shall elaborate.

I had mixed feedback about Sonya’s Garden. Some people said it was nice. Some people said, ‘puro damo naman ang kinakain dun!’ Some people said it was OK (not exactly impressive, but not awful, either). So instead of basing my expectations on what I heard, I went there not expecting anything. And I found that it was the right thing to do: every single thing about the place surprised and delighted me. Continue reading

the road to strawberry jam city

I was in Baguio on the weekend for my cousin’s wedding. But I didn’t really go there for a vacation… We didn’t take a city tour or anything. I didn’t even shop much. The most part of my stay there (aside from the wedding, of course) was just lying around in the hotel, relishing the cool air, and drinking good coffee at Starbucks, Seattle’s Best, and Gloria Jeans in the span of three hours.

Some might raise an eyebrow at me and say, “What?! You went to Baguio just to sleep and go to Starbucks?” What I’d do is raise an eyebrow right back at them. We all need a time to unwind. Sometimes, spending time in a hotel far, far away from work is a soothing getaway from our hectic life. We all need to just stop and smell the flowers, y’know?

The last time I went to Baguio (not counting last year when we had a convention) was when I was 10 years old. Since I was such a small kid, I bet I was asleep during the whole trip. That, or I was enjoying the zigzag road too much to pay attention to the beautiful flora and fauna of the mountainside. Goodness. On the way home, I was SO wishing it wasn’t a Sunday so I could annoy my dad to stop every few minutes so I could take pictures.

By the time we got to La Union, we stopped to have lunch (at 4 p.m.) in this place called S.O.U.L. Cafe. Man. Right now, I can call it one of the perfect places to eat good food, watch the clouds change shape, relax in cozy pillows, let time fly, and simply appreciate life. The place is so nice, I actually wanted to stay there forever. But, of course, my feet had to get pulled back to reality. I guess that’s what makes places like this so special. It makes you see how different the essence of life is from real life.

It’s funny… For years, I saw Baguio just as a place for buying starberry jam, broccoli, and walis tambo. It was just the home of ukay-ukay. For the longest time, I saw it as “the summer capital” SO packed with people that I’d probably prefer staying in our city (yeah, I was sour-graping). Sure, it was all that. But then, it was more than that.

It’s the whole trip.

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Chillin’ out at SOUL Cafe

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Image hosted by Photobucket.comOoooh…Coffee…

Image hosted by Photobucket.comKuya Tim taking it easy

Image hosted by Photobucket.comSit down to enjoy the food and the scenery

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Image hosted by Photobucket.comS.O.U.L. Cafe. Stop by and enjoy the spice of urban life.

land of the birds

Two words: Information overload.

Went to Avilon Zoo today… Avi = birds. Lon = land. But the thing has more than birds in it. And it’s oh-so-clean and the animals are oh-so-healthy.

It’s been more than ten years since I last went to a zoo. And it’s been FOREVER since I actually enjoyed going to a zoo. Rargh. I SO wish I brought a recorder with me. There were SOOOOOOOO many things I learned during the tour. Needless to say, almost none of the stuff I learned actually stuck to my head. The information’s in there somewhere…I just can’t remember right now.

AMINALS! Me wanna see the aminals!!!

OK. So now I can’t write something actually coherent because I’m trying to fix the tired but excited blob filled with ideas called my brain. Will post something again later, I think. I hope. Man. Avilon has GOT to produce brochures…

And I wish I saw that 8-foot Arpaima.

Go to my brother’s blog for a blog entry that actually has sense.

Piccies!

Waiting for the tour to start. Look at ’em duckies.

Cougarrrrrr!!!!!!

‘s Da Four with the Spotted One.

“Come ON, Bird, yer messin’ my hair!”

Owly, Falcony and Eagle-y (not their official names, of course) with da Cadas. Face it: he likes messing with people’s hair.

Yeah…Go Tim.

Ooooh, check out the color…. No flash used here…

On the way down.

Yeah. The two-hour tour around Avilon Zoo was tiring, but fun. And definitely something I’d do again.