May sasarap pa ba sa...
1. Goldilocks classic polvoron
2. Pancit bihon
3. Japanese sweet corn on the cob
4. Binatog, maraming niyog, maraming salt
5. Lily's peanut butter
6. Beef shawarma with cheese at lunod sa hot sauce
7. Yellow Cab pizza. Pepperoni and mushrooms. Vegetarian. Or plain anchovies. Lunod sa chili flakes
8. Goolai salads
9. Reese's peanut butter cups
10. Oatmeal cookies ng Subway
11. Tuna Melt sandwich ng Subway, lunod sa jalapeños
12. Iced tea ng Chocolate Kiss
13. French bread and Lurpak butter
14. Vegetarian pasta ng Green Tomato (nalulungkot ako pag malapit na maubos)
15. Burger Steak ng Jollibee
16. Cold rootbeer pag uhaw na uhaw ka na. Nakakabuhay ng dugo
17. Ice cream! Vanilla, coffee at queso. Flavors to die for!
18. Nestle Fitnesse low-fat wheat cereals, lunod sa malamig na Silk unsweetened soy milk
19. Danish butter cookies - yung mamahalin ha. Yung mura di masarap - jafakes.
20. Chili bowl ng Otra Cosa, with their secret sauces
21. Salmon sashimi
22. Matulog ng matagal dahil walang pasok kinabukasan
23. Receiving a big talent fee - in cash!
24. Matulog habang umuulan
25. Matulog ng bagong palit ang sheets
25. Satisfaction after mag shopping
26. Pucha may sasarap pa ba sa shopping?
27. Happy moments with my family
28. Lunches, chikahan at tawanan with my besty
29. Loving moments with my beau
30. Sex =)
31. Buffet breakfast sa hotel. The best sa Crowne Plaza!
32. R&R at Discovery Suites
33. Pillows ng Island Cove
34. Sexy feeling after mag gym
35. Makakuha ng libre! Food, clothes, shoes. Sarap!
36. Walang pasok!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Tuesday, April 4, 2006
Updates...
I turned 27 last March 28. It turned out to be a great celebration this year, despite the fact that my lolo had a stroke and my dad is in the hospital.
Treated my Wave friends to lunch, and we had food a-plenty. Enough to feed even the Jam people and everyone else who dropped by that day, March 23. The Jam people even printed a big birthday picture of myself, with the greeting "Happy Birthday Anne, from Jam 88.3" and both Wave and Jam peeps signed it. Fun, fun celebration!
Hon and I spent the night before my birthday at Holiday Inn Galleria. So nice to be spending the day with absolutely no work, no worries, and just watching movies 'til late.
Then, March 28, we celebrated at the hospital. Dad had his surgery on that day, so he was still in the operating room when we toasted to cake and KFC.
Not the kind of celebration I've planned, but I feel blessed nevertheless.
*****
Hon and I had our usual saturday dinner and movie date at Eastwood.
We enjoyed our meal at Old Spaghetti House, and Bandidas after. On our way home there was this car in front of us in the queue to the exit. The young people inside were probably drunk. They were honking continuously at the cars ahead of us, which was really stupid because we were all in line and it's impossible to move ahead. Then as we passed by the tiangge outside I saw two teenage guys checking out the buys, gripping bottles of beer. I shook my head and told my beau, "iba na talaga mga bata ngayon." As if confirming my thought, while waiting for our turn at the Mcdonald's drive-thru, the teenagers in the van in front of us stepped out, chatted with the ones left inside, did a little pa-cute dancing while at it then walked away laughing and looking absolutely stupid. I guess most youngsters nowadays think being drunk and acting like an idiot in public is cool.
For a 27-year-old who is way past that stage, it actually looks silly. Then again, I never was like that when I was young. I smoked a lot, but I never became buddies with beer. Maybe I never had the chance to become that way because during college, I worked to pay for my tuition fee, only had enough extra money for Jollibee and a new pair of shoes, and my spare time I spent with my besty, or with UST's TC Radio, or at home with my family. I didn't have time to get drunk and act like an idiot. Sounds boring, you may say. Well, come to think of it, I'm thankful for it. Now, six years after college, my idea of cool is having a great career, a job that most people see as exciting and cool. Family, true friends, and a loving man to hold hands with - that makes life cool. Who needs a bottle of beer to be happy?
*****
I was never born with beautiful skin. When I was younger, I guess I had good skin. Not the creamy, porcelain type, but smooth and fair enough. But I never really gave much importance to that, and now I miss those years.
Now I break out more often, and the pimples seem to have made permanent residence on my face. But this experience has taught me several lessons.
1. The derma can be your best friend. Before this problem, it never occurred to me to go to a real skin doctor, one who's in a real hospital. Now I have, and I congratulate myself for finally doing the right thing for my skin.
2. The derma knows better than me, or my friends who are not skin doctors, or even the skin products and services ads.
3. Expensive skin products do not always give beautiful results. Overdo it, and your skin suffers. Expensive doesn't always mean better and more effective.
4. Water is the cure. 8 to 10 glasses a day. If you can take more, even better.
5. When washing your face, never scrub your face with soap then walk around your bedroom, watch tv or talk on the phone, then rinse 20-30 minutes after. Admit it, a lot of us do that, thinking we are gloriously cleansing our faces. According to my derma, it's a no-no. Gently scrub for a few seconds, then rinse. You're not doing laundry.
6. Contrary to what some people think, going to the gym doesn't cause pimples. The exercise is fine. It's the rubbing of the face that causes the problem. So just try to avoid that.
7. I discovered Rolly of Jesi Mendez Galleria. Because I needed to hide the imperfections during my hosting gigs and public appearances, I needed the professional help of a good make-up artist. And eureka! I found Rolly! =) he doesn't only hide the pimples, he makes me look like a certified celebrity! So even after my skin has cleared, I will still be using his beautifying services. I realized that on stage, and under the spotlight, you simply cannot look ordinary.
And if there's one lesson you must remember forever:
THE DERMA KNOWS BETTER.
*****
If I had a 15-million-peso house in Corinthian Hills, with a pool and jacuzzi, my own gym, my own spa, plus servants at my bidding and a world-class chef, then I wouldn't need to go to a hotel.
Until then, absolutely nothing will cure my addiction to hotels.
Yes, I would so willingly spend half of a month's salary to pay for a two-night stay. I don't know what it is about hotels. My favorite spot: Discovery Suites.
Maybe it's the big, comfy bed. The heavenly feeling of your head sinking in the softness of expensive pillows. The thick, infinite-thread-count towels that are oh so immaculately white. The marble bath. The peace and quiet. And...
THE BUFFET BREAKFAST! (The most exciting part of your stay. For me, that is.)
Aah...heaven.
That's why I skipped reflection and church during the Holy Week. I preferred to give myself a much deserved rest at Discovery Suites. I stayed by myself for one night, since my honey had work 'til Thursday morning. I had the big bed and all the pillows all to myself! =) I lay under the comforter, wearing absolutely nothing, and watched CSI and Cinderella 'til 2am. What can be more blissful than that? Wrapped around my beau's arms, of course. But I definitely enjoyed that one night by myself. =)
Treated my Wave friends to lunch, and we had food a-plenty. Enough to feed even the Jam people and everyone else who dropped by that day, March 23. The Jam people even printed a big birthday picture of myself, with the greeting "Happy Birthday Anne, from Jam 88.3" and both Wave and Jam peeps signed it. Fun, fun celebration!
Hon and I spent the night before my birthday at Holiday Inn Galleria. So nice to be spending the day with absolutely no work, no worries, and just watching movies 'til late.
Then, March 28, we celebrated at the hospital. Dad had his surgery on that day, so he was still in the operating room when we toasted to cake and KFC.
Not the kind of celebration I've planned, but I feel blessed nevertheless.
*****
Hon and I had our usual saturday dinner and movie date at Eastwood.
We enjoyed our meal at Old Spaghetti House, and Bandidas after. On our way home there was this car in front of us in the queue to the exit. The young people inside were probably drunk. They were honking continuously at the cars ahead of us, which was really stupid because we were all in line and it's impossible to move ahead. Then as we passed by the tiangge outside I saw two teenage guys checking out the buys, gripping bottles of beer. I shook my head and told my beau, "iba na talaga mga bata ngayon." As if confirming my thought, while waiting for our turn at the Mcdonald's drive-thru, the teenagers in the van in front of us stepped out, chatted with the ones left inside, did a little pa-cute dancing while at it then walked away laughing and looking absolutely stupid. I guess most youngsters nowadays think being drunk and acting like an idiot in public is cool.
For a 27-year-old who is way past that stage, it actually looks silly. Then again, I never was like that when I was young. I smoked a lot, but I never became buddies with beer. Maybe I never had the chance to become that way because during college, I worked to pay for my tuition fee, only had enough extra money for Jollibee and a new pair of shoes, and my spare time I spent with my besty, or with UST's TC Radio, or at home with my family. I didn't have time to get drunk and act like an idiot. Sounds boring, you may say. Well, come to think of it, I'm thankful for it. Now, six years after college, my idea of cool is having a great career, a job that most people see as exciting and cool. Family, true friends, and a loving man to hold hands with - that makes life cool. Who needs a bottle of beer to be happy?
*****
I was never born with beautiful skin. When I was younger, I guess I had good skin. Not the creamy, porcelain type, but smooth and fair enough. But I never really gave much importance to that, and now I miss those years.
Now I break out more often, and the pimples seem to have made permanent residence on my face. But this experience has taught me several lessons.
1. The derma can be your best friend. Before this problem, it never occurred to me to go to a real skin doctor, one who's in a real hospital. Now I have, and I congratulate myself for finally doing the right thing for my skin.
2. The derma knows better than me, or my friends who are not skin doctors, or even the skin products and services ads.
3. Expensive skin products do not always give beautiful results. Overdo it, and your skin suffers. Expensive doesn't always mean better and more effective.
4. Water is the cure. 8 to 10 glasses a day. If you can take more, even better.
5. When washing your face, never scrub your face with soap then walk around your bedroom, watch tv or talk on the phone, then rinse 20-30 minutes after. Admit it, a lot of us do that, thinking we are gloriously cleansing our faces. According to my derma, it's a no-no. Gently scrub for a few seconds, then rinse. You're not doing laundry.
6. Contrary to what some people think, going to the gym doesn't cause pimples. The exercise is fine. It's the rubbing of the face that causes the problem. So just try to avoid that.
7. I discovered Rolly of Jesi Mendez Galleria. Because I needed to hide the imperfections during my hosting gigs and public appearances, I needed the professional help of a good make-up artist. And eureka! I found Rolly! =) he doesn't only hide the pimples, he makes me look like a certified celebrity! So even after my skin has cleared, I will still be using his beautifying services. I realized that on stage, and under the spotlight, you simply cannot look ordinary.
And if there's one lesson you must remember forever:
THE DERMA KNOWS BETTER.
*****
If I had a 15-million-peso house in Corinthian Hills, with a pool and jacuzzi, my own gym, my own spa, plus servants at my bidding and a world-class chef, then I wouldn't need to go to a hotel.
Until then, absolutely nothing will cure my addiction to hotels.
Yes, I would so willingly spend half of a month's salary to pay for a two-night stay. I don't know what it is about hotels. My favorite spot: Discovery Suites.
Maybe it's the big, comfy bed. The heavenly feeling of your head sinking in the softness of expensive pillows. The thick, infinite-thread-count towels that are oh so immaculately white. The marble bath. The peace and quiet. And...
THE BUFFET BREAKFAST! (The most exciting part of your stay. For me, that is.)
Aah...heaven.
That's why I skipped reflection and church during the Holy Week. I preferred to give myself a much deserved rest at Discovery Suites. I stayed by myself for one night, since my honey had work 'til Thursday morning. I had the big bed and all the pillows all to myself! =) I lay under the comforter, wearing absolutely nothing, and watched CSI and Cinderella 'til 2am. What can be more blissful than that? Wrapped around my beau's arms, of course. But I definitely enjoyed that one night by myself. =)
Friday, March 10, 2006
Say cheese!
Enjoying the pictorial!
ABOVE-LEFT: Me, Habs & Pam. I'm trying my best porn star pose! hehehe... you should see my pics with DJ Tayshaun. I decided not to post them here. Baka iba isipin niyo. hehehe...
ABOVE-RIGHT: The Wave Working Team...fooling around!
BELOW-LEFT: The lovely girls of Wave. Me, my buddy Jada, Lindy (our continuity voice), Gia and Pam.
BELOW-RIGHT: Pam, Gerric and me again trying on my porn star pose. :)
Lo and behold! The ladies of Wave 89.1!
But then again, what the heck! Here's one of the "FHM poses" I did with DJ Tayshaun. (who's a very good friend that's why I'm super comfy doing the poses with him.)
Fun, fun, fun pictorial! :)
ABOVE-LEFT: Me, Habs & Pam. I'm trying my best porn star pose! hehehe... you should see my pics with DJ Tayshaun. I decided not to post them here. Baka iba isipin niyo. hehehe...
ABOVE-RIGHT: The Wave Working Team...fooling around!
BELOW-LEFT: The lovely girls of Wave. Me, my buddy Jada, Lindy (our continuity voice), Gia and Pam.
BELOW-RIGHT: Pam, Gerric and me again trying on my porn star pose. :)
Lo and behold! The ladies of Wave 89.1!
But then again, what the heck! Here's one of the "FHM poses" I did with DJ Tayshaun. (who's a very good friend that's why I'm super comfy doing the poses with him.)
Fun, fun, fun pictorial! :)
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
#1!
AC Nielsen said it in 2005. And now, the recently concluded RRC survey confirms it.
Wave 89.1 is the undisputed #1 pop r&b station in mega manila!
Once again, Wave 89.1 is on top of everyone else,
Beating the competition with yet another tremendous blow.
Number 1…
24/7, 7 days a week,
indoor and outdoor,
male, female, young, old and in between,
Everyone…even the competition...is riding the WAVE…no doubt!
Two big surveys show it – AC NIELSEN AND RRC.
All those who say these are only stats or a piece of paper
Are just dying with envy!
WAVE 89.1 is the most influential…and once again…
The #1 pop r&b station in mega manila!
THE WAVE LINEUP
THE MORNING SHOW with Robi & Don, 6-9AM, GMAX IN THE MORNING with George, 9AM-12PM
GRAVEYARD SHIFT with Gia & Kel, 2-6AM, MIDDAY SWAY with Pam, 1-3PM, EVENING JIVE with Jason & Jada, 6-9PM
DRIVE & GRIND with Anne & Rye, 3-6PM
...AND JUST HAVIN' FUN WITH FRIENDS DURING THE PICTORIAL...
Me and Jada, Cheers to friendship!
Above: Me, Pam & Gerric, our Sound Engineer; Me and Pam
Below: The Wave Working Team! DJ Tayshaun, me, Habs, our Web Designer & Gerric. DJ Tayshaun, our Programming Director, does SIX O SLOW, 9-10PM
Monday, February 27, 2006
Starting on a new book...
THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES, Sue Monk Kidd
Since I'm done with FRENCH WOMEN DON'T GET FAT, I'm already starting on a new book. (Since one of my '06 resolutions is to read more books.)
I saw the review of this novel in a magazine last year, and the writer said it's quite a good read. About a motherless girl who finds the true meaning of family, and finds love in the most unexpected places. I've gotten through the first few chapters, and I don't think this book will disappoint.
Happy birthday bro!
My bro Anthony turned 22 on February 25. We had a day-after dinner celebration at Grilla near our place. I do not have praises for this restaurant. The food is quite blah, the serving portions are (unfairly) small for the price. But still we had a good time. When the whole family's together, we always do.
Happy birthday Ant!
Happy birthday Ant!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Something new...
Hon and I changed our usual Saturday date this weekend. Instead of going to Sharngri-la, we went to Greenbelt 3 for dinner and a flick. We tried a new restaurant called My Little Kitchen. We both loved the place, with its warm ambiance, perfect lighting and Michael Buble singing in the background.
We ordered healthy. Salad and soup for starters, and fish for the main course. Hon had salmon, and I had tuna steak.
cleopatra's ceasar salad & mushroom soup
blackened tuna steak wth mashed potatoes
salmon samurai
The food was heavenly! And it's always nice to try something new.
After our great meal, we ended it with ice cream at Cold Rock. Hon had low-fat Chocolate and low-fat Strawberry with Nestle Crunch. Mine was ten times yummier - Real Coffee and Aussie Vanilla with Reese Peanut Butter Cup on a huge sugar cone. How yummy can it get? :)
After a satisfying dinner, off we went to snuggle in the dark comfy cinema and watched MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA. A wonderful film to cap the night. I simply adore Ken Watanabe, remembering his excellent acting in The Last Samurai, far better than Tom Cruise. Those who have read the book might say it was better (which is always the case). But hon and I loved the movie. And many people will, too, I'm sure.
French women don't get fat!
I'm done reading FRENCH WOMEN DON'T GET FAT, and if you are into healthy living and lifestyle, I suggest you grab your own copy. You'll learn a lot!
Here are some tips that I have learned through this book, which I believe are not difficult to apply to my (or any other girl's) daily life.
French women typically think about good things to eat. Other women typically worry about bad things to eat.
French women eat smaller portions of more things. Other women eat larger portions of fewer things.
French women eat more vegetables, a lot more fruit, love bread and would never consider a life without carbs. (to fully enjoy food, and life, moderation is the key!)
French women don't often weight themselves, preferring to keep track with their hands, eyes and clothing - the "zipper syndrome."
French women eat three meals a day, and never let themselves be hungry.
French women drink water ALL DAY LONG.
French women walk everywhere they can, and use the stairs as often as possible.
French women adore fashion, and dress to take out the garbage. (you never know!)
French women love to laugh, eat for pleasure, DON'T DIET and DON'T GET FAT.
I think moderation is the secret, and compensating for a simple pleasure taken earlier, like a rich dessert. C'est la vie.
And...French women DON'T LIKE GOING TO THE GYM. Why? Read on...
"It strikes me as a particularly American paradox: a nation with so many great athletes and a fascination for sports and such a mania for exercise technology, and they somehow avoid the easy, unheroic path to fitness. Sometimes I believe these (exercise) machines are a vestige of Puritanism: instruments of public self-flagellation to make up for private sins of couch sitting and overeating. French women happily don't suffer from those extremes of good and evil. Wellness is a grey area of balance."
Such a great book, well-written and loaded with lessons! Props to Mireille Guiliano and the ways of the French!
Here are some tips that I have learned through this book, which I believe are not difficult to apply to my (or any other girl's) daily life.
French women typically think about good things to eat. Other women typically worry about bad things to eat.
French women eat smaller portions of more things. Other women eat larger portions of fewer things.
French women eat more vegetables, a lot more fruit, love bread and would never consider a life without carbs. (to fully enjoy food, and life, moderation is the key!)
French women don't often weight themselves, preferring to keep track with their hands, eyes and clothing - the "zipper syndrome."
French women eat three meals a day, and never let themselves be hungry.
French women drink water ALL DAY LONG.
French women walk everywhere they can, and use the stairs as often as possible.
French women adore fashion, and dress to take out the garbage. (you never know!)
French women love to laugh, eat for pleasure, DON'T DIET and DON'T GET FAT.
I think moderation is the secret, and compensating for a simple pleasure taken earlier, like a rich dessert. C'est la vie.
And...French women DON'T LIKE GOING TO THE GYM. Why? Read on...
"It strikes me as a particularly American paradox: a nation with so many great athletes and a fascination for sports and such a mania for exercise technology, and they somehow avoid the easy, unheroic path to fitness. Sometimes I believe these (exercise) machines are a vestige of Puritanism: instruments of public self-flagellation to make up for private sins of couch sitting and overeating. French women happily don't suffer from those extremes of good and evil. Wellness is a grey area of balance."
Such a great book, well-written and loaded with lessons! Props to Mireille Guiliano and the ways of the French!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Interesting!
Just finished reading two books:
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA, Lauren Weisberger
Such a fun read. Makes you conscious about fashion. My mind instantly ran through the clothes I own and I wondered if I dress okay. hehehe... Designer clothes and stick-thin women. And a horrible boss. Light and funny, if you just wanna read something for kicks.
VERONIKA DECIDES TO DIE, Paulo Coelho
Makes you wonder about your own sanity. Makes you value life and be thankful for each waking day. All about awareness of life. Great book!
Now I'm into...
FRENCH WOMEN DON'T GET FAT, Mireille Guiliano
I'm almost halfway, and it's really interesting! The ultimate diet book, only it's not. The book teaches you how to balance pleasurable eating and weighing just right. Sounds impossible? Not for a French woman. So why not learn their ways?
Over the weekend, my sweetheart and I watched...
THE PINK PANTHER!
Ang ganda! Super funny! I just love Steve Martin. He's such a natural. We watched FUN WITH DICK AND JANE too. But I think Steve Martin is so much better than Jim Carrey. This flick is so much funer! :)
Crazy about...
KITTEN HEELS!
After my sweetheart got me a pair (my very first!) for Valentine's Day, I got addicted! I just gotta get me MORE! So you'll find me scouting shops for the next few months to look for some really nice pairs to bring home.
I LOVE what my beau got me. From CELINE. Ganda! And they got really nice stuff right now, so if I were you, shopping na! :)
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA, Lauren Weisberger
Such a fun read. Makes you conscious about fashion. My mind instantly ran through the clothes I own and I wondered if I dress okay. hehehe... Designer clothes and stick-thin women. And a horrible boss. Light and funny, if you just wanna read something for kicks.
VERONIKA DECIDES TO DIE, Paulo Coelho
Makes you wonder about your own sanity. Makes you value life and be thankful for each waking day. All about awareness of life. Great book!
Now I'm into...
FRENCH WOMEN DON'T GET FAT, Mireille Guiliano
I'm almost halfway, and it's really interesting! The ultimate diet book, only it's not. The book teaches you how to balance pleasurable eating and weighing just right. Sounds impossible? Not for a French woman. So why not learn their ways?
Over the weekend, my sweetheart and I watched...
THE PINK PANTHER!
Ang ganda! Super funny! I just love Steve Martin. He's such a natural. We watched FUN WITH DICK AND JANE too. But I think Steve Martin is so much better than Jim Carrey. This flick is so much funer! :)
Crazy about...
KITTEN HEELS!
After my sweetheart got me a pair (my very first!) for Valentine's Day, I got addicted! I just gotta get me MORE! So you'll find me scouting shops for the next few months to look for some really nice pairs to bring home.
I LOVE what my beau got me. From CELINE. Ganda! And they got really nice stuff right now, so if I were you, shopping na! :)
My besty's cool new do!
Met up with my besty for lunch today, and i simply adore her new do. And I admire her courage to have her long flowing tresses cropped. Which I know is not an easy feat. She looks younger (not that she looks old of course) and extra happy. And even if the dumb waiter pissed us off, we enjoyed lunch...as always. :) Love ya bespren!
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