Mango Royale Turned to Mango Float

Last Good Friday, my mom made a mango tapioca for us but then there were a few mangoes left.  My sister said that we should make another mango tapioca because my brother ate all what my mom made.  But I volunteered to make a Mango Royale instead.  But because my brother was so excited to eat it, and it took so much time for the cream to get frozen.  So I decided to put another layer of crushed graham crackers and mango on top.  So instead of Mango Royale, it became a kinda mango float instead.  Hehehehe.

If you want to try and make it, below is the recipe.

1 kilo of fresh ripe mangoes, about 3 pieces2 cups of cream (or 2 225-g. cartons)1 c. of sweetened condensed milk1-1/2 c. of crushed Graham crackers6 tbsps. of melted butter (more if you want a less crumbly crust) 

The best way to start making this dessert is by chilling the cream and condensed milk. For best results, chill overnight in the fridge — not in the freezer.
Mix the melted butter and Graham crackers and press onto the bottom of a glass baking dish. Opaque or even plastic dishes will do so long as they’re okay to go into the freezer. Freeze the crust while you prepare the filling and topping.
Slice the mangoes, discard the stones then slice the flesh thinly.
In a bowl, mix the cream and sweetened condensed milk just until blended. Pour over the prepared crust. Top with the mango slices. Cover the dish with cling film and keep in the freezer for an hour to an hour and a half. Cut and serve.

Read more: http://homecookingrocks.com/mango-royale/#ixzz1Kywat3iH

Ikaw, Kanino ka Bumabangon?

For the past weeks or maybe past months and up until now, waking up every morning to go to work is really hard for me.  Is it my job?  Or is it just me?

Then I asked myself, who is my reason or what are my reasons in waking up everyday and strive hard?  And when I enumerate the people who inspires me and the reason why I work hard, why is it that I still am having a hard time waking up every morning to go to work?

Haist!  Hope I could really find that reason.

Reblog

Saw this photo on my friend's blog.  It reminded me of myself so I posted it here.

Star Struck

I'm not talking about the artista search of GMA.  This is all about my experience yesterday afternoon.  While I was busy working, a YM message popped-up on my screen.  She was thanking me because of the blog I wrote last Tuesday, April 12, 2011.  (Bedroom Blog By Veronica)  Well, if you're wondering who am I talking about it's no other than Miss Veronica Matilda herself (of course that is not her real name).  At first, I really had a doubt if she really was who she telling me.  But she assured me that it was her.  Well, whether it was her or not, I was really so excited at that very moment to chat with her.  Hehehehe!  Talking about a real fan huh? 

She told me that she found my blog while she was googling Bedroom Blog.  Which is what she do sometimes.  Google herself or Bedroom Blog on the internet.  And guess what.  I also googled channbear on the internet to confirm what she said.  Hahahaha!  And my blog is the 8th on the result list.  Hehehehe!  I really had a great time chatting with Miss V even if it was just for a short time.

Thanks again Miss V.  Keep blogging.

Cebu Blog Camp 2011

Last Year, I joined the Cebu Blog Camp 2010 event held at the CAP building at Osmena Blvd.  I met new people and learned so many things.  I also took home so many freebies.  Hehehe!

Last year also, we had more than 20 newbies who came in to work here on our office.  And guess what.  One of the newbies is a member of the Cebu Bloggers Society who among the many people present on the Cebu Blog Camp last year.  What a coincidence right?  Hehehe!  The funny part is I have been following his blog for a month before I have realized that the blog that I was following was his'.  Hahaha!

Yesterday, I have received an email, inviting me to register on the upcoming Cebu Blog Camp 2011 to be held at St. Joseph Hall in Sacred Heart Center.  Without hesitation, I will be joining the said event.  Aside from the fact that it is free, it is also the time wherein I can learn so many things, and meet new people.

If you want to join the said event too, just register here.

Bedroom Blog by Veronica

Everyday aside from checking my mail(personal and office mail) I never forget to check whether a new blog entry of my favorite blog is in.  Well, that would be Bedroom Blog By Veronica.  I really like to read her blog.  It is funny, ma drama, and you can also learn so much from reading from her blog.  Veronica is one of my inspiration why I keep on posting a blog entry even if I know that not a lot of people read what I write here.  She inspires me in a way that I too, is hoping that someday I could also be like her, can inspire other people because of what i wrote.  I also admire her for being so brave.  Despite all the problems that she came across, she did not just lie in bed and cry it out and give up.  She worked her butt out and face those things/people which were trying to destroy her.

That is really what we call "Girl Power".  I really salute all those women who is like Veronica.  I hope you too could be able to read her blog and be inspired.

Just Got Lucky

After how many times me and bhe2x played the UFO game in SM, we finally won.  Yehey!  I won the mickey mouse while he won the minnie mouse stuff toy.  Hehehe!  We tried several times again after we've won but unfortunately, we did not.  :(

Date a Girl Who Reads

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Thank You for Loving Me

Having been hurt for so many times whether in love, friendship or whatever the type of relationship it is, I always have this doubt in trusting other people.  I have also this feeling that I would never find another person that would love me in return.  Until Jaydee came into my life.  He was the one who thought me how to really love other people who are not related to you unconditionally.  He was the one who thought me how to love and trust again.  Well, he was the only person who had the patience to understand my being so childish.  Hehehe!  It is really a nice feeling knowing that even if i am not a perfect person, that I have so many flaws, somebody who is so kind has love me and accepted me for who I am.  It is really too good to be true.  Even if others may say that we are not really a good match.  For me, we are.

Thanks bhe2x for coming into my life.

P.S.  Sorry for being so cheesy and sentimental for this past few days.  Hehehehe!

Thank God I found You

Me: Bhe, I'm so depressed.  I want to cry.
Bhe2x: Why man?
Me: I feel so alone and lonely.
Bhe2x: You have me man.

In times that I feel so depressed, so alone and lonely I am really grateful that Jaydee is always there by my side to cheer me up.  Thanks Bhe2x for always there for me even if I am so maldita and unreasonable na kaayo.

Sea of Sadness

I wan to cry.  I want to shout.  I am just so sad.

Missing My High School Days

I was reading Bedroom blog by Veronica in cosmo.ph, and she narrated her high school days on her blog.  I then beginning to reminisce those days when I was still in high school.  But sad to say, yes there were also happy moments but most of them were sad and painful.

I can still remember I was one of the few students who were being bullied by those girls who have their own clique and were popular.  They would give me a mean look everytime I don't succumb to their every wish to make them copy my assignments or during exams.  I was also one of those girls who only have little friends because I was not cool enough to be in a group.  Yes I admit it, I was a nerd back then up until now.  I won't deny it.  Because that's who I am.

I had also had a few friends back in high school.  But unlike the others, whom they still communicate until now.  The connection with those so called friends that I had just cut-off right after graduation day.  I don't know if I was at fault or the universe just doesn't want me to have a normal teenage life.

I was always inside the library or inside the classroom reading a book during lunch time while the others were making chikka and playing outside.  After class, I always go straight home just like my parents asked me to do.  I wonder, if I spent those lunch times and after class hours making friends with my classmates and schoolmates, would I have earned more friends and have gotten a true friend?

I think not.  People usually are having a hard time entering my world.  And sometimes I am also having a hard time to relate to other people.  So far, I can only count those people that I considered my true friend, just like how easy I can count the fingers on my hands. 

I Remember the Boy but I Don't Remember the Feeling

So while the song still brings that certain glow
And the words still sing of love I know
It isn’t quite the way it was before
I remember the boy
But I don’t remember the feeling anymore

 I was listening to the music playing from my cellphone when the song "I Remember the Boy" by Lea Salonga was played.  I then ask myself, "who would I remember when I hear that song being played?"  And the answer is Mikki.

Mikki was one of my classmate when I was still in my very yagit years(elementary years).  Hehehe!  We've been classmates since kindergarten until grade 3.  He was one of those many boys who you take for granted and you ignore because of there being so "kiatan".  But little did you know, he is doing those stuffs purposely so that he could get your attention.

Imagine that, an elementary boy, having a crush on you? Hahahaha!  While you still have no idea about love, here comes a little boy, who then gives you gifts and love letters to tell you what he really feels.  Nyahahaha!

I can still remember those times, where my classmates would tease me because Mikki will ask one of my boy classmates to hand me a love letter that he has written(which he just copied from a poem or a song lyrics...hehehehe...)  Of course, the little me back then, would get kilig.  Nyahahaha!  Mikki continued to send me love letters and stuffs till we got into high school(even if we didn't go to the same school anymore).  He would still ask one of my classmate, but this time a girl, to give me the gifts he wants to give to me.

You would think that I'm so mean, that I didn't say yes to him and I just made paasa.  Of course not.  We eventually became a couple.  But because we are still so immature and childish at that time, eventually, we broke up.  But we are still friends.  If we do see each other.  Hahaha!  I don't know where he is now.  The last time I heard about him, he already have a daughter but the mother of his child left him.  And my grade 1 teacher(his grandma) already died.

I wonder, where he is now.

Ligid Ligid...

I really hate myself.  You know why?  I just wasted two days of my life doing nothing(just fb-ing,watching tv, eating and sleeping) all day long.  I really hate it.  Instead of doing stuffs that are productive, I just goofed around the house.  Haist.  I hope that next weekend, I won't do the same mistake again.

It's So Not Fair...

For the past days I've been so angry with bhe2x jaydee.  I seldom text him and when he calls, I always made it a point to make him feel that I am mad at him.  Sometimes, I don't answer his calls at all.

But just today, when he came in our house to visit me, even though I want to resist it, to smile at him, to hug him and kiss him.  I can't really make it.  I can't resist forgiving him, for what he has done, for the past few days.  It's so unfair.