Am I Overthinking or Did I Just Unlocked the Secrets of the Universe?

It’s scary how my brain sometimes loves to throw me into a full existential spiral especially before I go to sleep. I don’t know if this will make sense to anyone, but it made sense to me at the time, so here we go.

The other night, I found myself thinking about this theory I learned months ago. It’s a concept that says that if you want something badly, it might be because your future self already has it. Or if you feel drawn to a certain place, maybe it’s because you’ve been there or that it will have a big impact to you in the future.

A Japanese phrase captures something similar Koi no Yokan. It describes the feeling you get when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be important in your life. Not in a love at first sight kind of way, but more like a this is going somewhere kind of way. Instead of an instant spark, it’s the quiet certainty that love will grow over time, which I think is really beautiful.

That made me wonder, what if our fate is already predetermined? Do we have no control over it? Or maybe we are just choosing from different versions of reality? It’s comforting to think that in some version of life, we already have everything we’ve ever wanted. Right? That the things we desire aren’t random.

If that’s true then that may also mean that time is not linear, that things has already happened, or maybe every moment is happening at the same time and we’re just experiencing it in a way that makes sense to us.

Despite that, I’d like to think that it’s still up to us to carve our own path. It’s still up to us to align our present timeline to that timeline where we have everything we’ve ever dreamed of. Our desires are just glimpses or messages from our future self guiding us to what’s possible.

Speaking of possibilities, let’s talk about Schrodinger’s cat. It’s an experiment where a cat is put in a box with a 50/50 chance of being dead or alive. The cat exists in two realities at once, dead and alive until you open the box. Only then does one possibility become real. That’s kind of how life works, right? There are countless possibilities and realities existing at the same time, but it can only become real the moment we make a choice or decide to align ourselves to it.

I really believe that if you act like you’re already the person you want to become, you start aligning with that version of yourself and that leads me to another concept I love: the Pygmalion Effect also known as the self-fulfilling prophecy. It’s basically the idea that whatever we believe becomes true because we subconsciously make it true with our actions or the energy we give out. For example, if you think that someone dislikes you, you might unconsciously act in a way around them that makes them eventually dislike you. Not because they ever did in the first place, but because you made it happen. It’s lowkey terrifying how much our thoughts can shape our reality.

If our thoughts hold that much power, we might as well just think about something good right? That reminded me of Carl Jung’s synchronicity. It is the idea that reality responds to our energy or inner world. Maybe there’s no such thing as coincidence. Maybe reality responds to us by reflecting back whatever energy we put into it even how small it is.

It’s kind of like the butterfly effect. The idea that even the tiniest action can set off a chain reaction that changes everything. Have you heard about a butterfly flapping its wings and somehow causing a hurricane? It sounds dramatic, but honestly, it makes sense. Life works the same way. Choices, even things that feel insignificant in the moment can add to something that may completely reshape our lives. That made me wonder how many small decisions changed the course of my life without me even realizing it. Even the tiniest decisions like taking risk, following a gut feeling or choosing kindness can create ripple effects far beyond what we can see in the moment.

The butterfly effect naturally lead my mind to another fascinating concept that has a ripple effect. It is called paying forward. I first learned about it from the book I recently read entitled A Culture of Happiness. It talks about generosity and how it creates happiness not just for others but for you too. Something as simple as paying for a stranger’s meal could start a chain reaction of kindness that eventually comes full circle. Unfortunately, negativity works the same way. Just as kindness multiplies, so does harm. The energy we put out into the world always finds its way back to us.

And that, of course, brings me to karma. What you put out into the world eventually comes back to you, even if it’s not immediate. A genuine act of kindness creates positive energy, while actions rooted in negativity bring consequences. And honestly, that’s why I don’t believe in revenge. People who act out of malice usually end up self-destructing on their own. Instead of wasting energy trying to “get even,” learn to transform the negativity into something positive or something meaningful. Use it as fuel to create, to grow and to build something good.

Maybe that’s the whole point of all of this the universe isn’t just happening to us; it’s responding to us. Your thoughts shape your actions and your actions shape your reality. Every little thing you do matters and it all feeds back into the grand design of life and even the universe. And that is kind of insane! And here I am at 2 am on my bed, overthinking my entire existence instead of just going to sleep.

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Willem Ragnarsson

I was clearing my OneDrive when I found this review I made after reading A Little Life. I know I already wrote a review on my 2024 reading list blog, but I still want to put this out here along with the playlist I created on Spotify that I entitled Willem Ragnarson, a character from the book. Book review starts here:

This book wrecked me. I was full-on ugly crying at 2 AM, clutching the book like they could somehow soften the pain. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara is one of those books that kind of changes you. It’s devastating, beautiful, and almost too much to bear.

I almost put it down at the Caleb part, it was too much for me. The way Jude’s friends treat him with such care yet his lover treats him so cruelly, was infuriating.

The book made me cry in ways I didn’t expect, and that’s when I realized just how deeply sensitive I am to stories about family. This book doesn’t just make you feel; it carves its way into your heart and stays there.

At first, I thought it was just about life in your thirties, but no it follows an entire lifetime. Maybe that’s why it’s called A Little Life. For a while, I kept wondering: When will it get better? When will Jude finally open up? He starts with Willem, little by little but still not entirely. Their relationship is layered, sometimes even romantic, but the book itself is about so much more than love.

It’s about friendship, family, trauma, healing, the weight of memories, and the scars both visible and invisible that shape us. It delves into the impact of abuse, the struggles of mental health, and the complexity of human connection. It made me think about the characters long after I turned the last page.

I’ve always been the type to wonder what happens to characters after their stories end. Is a happy ending really the end? I imagine them growing old, facing new struggles, even dying, and it makes me sad because I want them to live forever. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been drawn to supernatural stories immortality feels like a way to escape the inevitable. But this book made me sit with the reality of endings.

I knew A Little Life would be tragic, but not in the way I expected. And yet, despite the heartbreak, it left me feeling like I had gained something wisdom, perspective, a deeper understanding of suffering and resilience. It doesn’t have a happy ending, but it’s a satisfying one. The kind that leaves you in tears, yet grateful to have experienced it. It’s beautifully tragic, and I would recommend it to anyone ready to feel everything.

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Dragonfly

Do you know that feeling when you’re in the middle of something, some journey, some relationship, some situation, and it kind of sucks, but not enough to make you quit? Like, it’s mostly bad, but just good enough to keep you hanging on. A breadcrumb trail of fleeting highs. So you stay. You tell yourself, maybe it’ll get better. Maybe you’re just being dramatic. Maybe the magic will return.

It’s kind of like doomscrolling, everything looks like a disaster, but you keep going, convinced something meaningful will pop up any second now. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

And then finally, you reach the so-called destination and it’s… even worse than the journey. But instead of walking away, you gaslight yourself into thinking, No no, this is fine. This is great. I’m happy. I swear. (You’re not.)

Until one day—snap. You hit your limit. The fog clears. And you walk away, not with regret, but with relief. Because you realize: you don’t owe your life to a path that only half-loved you back. You’re allowed to leave. You’re allowed to choose peace over potential.

And the moment you do? That thing loses all its power over you. The “what ifs” evaporate. The grip loosens. You’re free. If something isn’t meant for you, the universe will keep tossing red flags at your face until you stop pretending they’re confetti.

Oh, and years ago, I joked that maybe I’m actually a mosquito. And you know what eats mosquitoes?

Dragonflies.

So yeah. I’ve been living in constant danger and didn’t even know it. But not anymore.

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I Went To A Coldplay Concert Alone

I keep forgetting to write a post about this. It’s late, but here it is. This is me trying to recall that experience with my questionable memory. This was a year ago.

I still can’t believe I did it. I went to a Coldplay concert alone. It’s the first real concert I attended as well if we’re not counting the Parokya ni Edgar concert I watched in school. I had no idea what to expect and where I got the guts to attend it by myself. But here we are. All I know is that I really want to go.

I think I first discovered them in high school. Then in college, I would download all the soulful music I could find and listen to Coldplay along with The Fray and The Kooks during my commutes. My favorite songs from Coldplay back then were Fix you, Viva la vida and SHIVER! During an event I attended at school, I remember a band playing “Everglow,” and that’s when I started liking that song too.

The tickets sold out fast on the first day so I though I wouldn’t be able to attend the concert. I also missed my chance to book for the second day because I wasn’t aware of it. But then, in a twist of fate (or pure luck), I found a listing on Carousell, and the seller happened to be nearby. The universe wanted me at that concert, I thought. After securing the ticket, my next challenge was figuring out how to get there.

On concert day, I felt relieved that everything was well-organized. I didn’t get lost or have an internal meltdown. Standing in line was… awkward especially when you’re alone and there are groups of people around. I brought food, but eating while waiting for the line to move felt weird. I feel like a peasant who was just handed a meal. But of course, I still ate after sitting down. Hunger always wins.

The concert opened with Jika Marie. I love her hair. She’s so cute, and her song “Balang Araw” stayed with me. And then Coldplay started, and suddenly I was being spiritually cleansed by sound waves.

I had this internal battle about recording during the concert. Initially, I didn’t want to. I wanted to live in the moment, not through my phone screen during this what might’ve been a very important time of my life. But while waiting in line, I overheard someone saying how they regretted not recording their previous concert. So I recorded but tried not to look at my phone, not caring if my jumping or movements would mess up the video.

For “Sky Full of Stars,” I only recorded when the song was about to end. I wanted to actually feel it. And it was everything! I don’t want to write down cliche phrases describing the Coldplay concert experience like it being like a sensory overload or comparing it to having an orgasm, but I can’t find another way to describe it. It’s really what it is.

I was already walking to the parking lot when they played “Fix You.” The song was drifting through the night air, and suddenly I was crying while walking alone. I was singing along having my main character moment: “Tears stream down your face and Iiiiiiiii… lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. I will try to fix you.” Thankfully, there was nobody near enough to hear my tragic, off-key singing.

How am I supposed to recover from all that? 😭 It was so magical. The experience was more than worth its price.

Despite the emotional ambush, going alone and surviving the night was incredibly satisfying. On that same day, I read a quote about solo travel and not waiting for other people to see the world. It wasn’t about concerts, but it pushed me even more to just go for things, even if I have to do them alone. I hope I get to attend another Coldplay concert and this time, I’ll stay till the end. And hopefully, I’ll get a chance to hear them play Shiver and afford the VIP ticket 🥹🙏

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I Love You

Hello You,

I hope this is not that too late for Valentine’s.

When I created this playlist, I thought I was creating a playlist about what it feels like to fall in love. But then someone told me that she cried while listening to it, and I didn’t understand why. So I played it again and I saw it too. I unconsciously built a sad playlist.

A story started forming in my head as the songs went on.

It wasn’t about two people who found love and held onto it. Its about two people who found themselves back to each other at what they thought was the right time when the spark was undeniable. They thought they were lucky to find each other. But slowly, they began to realize that no matter how much they tried to align, bend, and adjust, they were just not meant to fit.

They keep holding on tighter, refusing to believe it’s slipping away. Even when trust starts to crack. Even when doubts creep in. They tell themselves this is the last time but it never is. Because the feeling is rare, intoxicating, something they never thought they’d find. And once they have it, they can’t bear to let it go. So they stay. They keep coming back, even when it hurts.

But then something shifts. The hurt dulls, replaced by something colder. Resentment. Anger. And that’s when they finally let go not with sadness, not with regret or heartbreak, but with a quiet kind of certainty.

Of course, if an apology had come back then, they might have crumbled. Might have fallen back into that same cycle. But now? Now, it’s too late for an apology.

That’s the story that played in my head as I listened to it. Maybe it’s just my mind connecting the songs into something bigger than it was meant to be. Either way, I’d love to hear your thoughts does this remind you of any real-life stories or maybe a movie you watched? And if you listened to the playlist, did it tell you a different story?

Yours,
Me

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Books I’ve Read In 2024

I have been getting back to reading for a while now. I’ve gone through a mix of books that made me feel a lot of things. So, if you’re looking for something new to read (or avoid), here’s my rundown of the books I finished in 2024. Spoiler warning ahead. Read at your own risk!

1. Montello High

I’ve read this on Wattpad when I was still in high school. I was so obsessed with it back then. I thought reading this first would spark my love for reading. Rereading it didn’t have the same effect on me compared to when I first read it 11 years ago. Maybe because I’m not a student anymore and I can’t relate to it. I also thought this was where I learned to use curse words and suppress my feelings (it was hard to unlearn. It took me years to realize how bad its effect on my life was). When I finished the book, there was one thing left, unanswered. I was still thinking about who Makki was referring to as the person he liked. Can someone tell me who it is?

2. Snow white is a gangster

This is the second book of Montello High. It has a different main character, which I liked more than Summer because I was getting annoyed with Summer’s immaturity and recklessness. The whole time I was reading it, I kept thinking that Tres didn’t deserve the main character. There’s a third book too, but I don’t feel like reading it yet, but maybe I will someday.

3. A Little Life

I don’t like watching trailers before a movie. Too much is always revealed, and I prefer to be surprised. It’s the same with books. That’s why I didn’t read much about A Little Life before starting it.

In the first few chapters, I thought it was a story about friendship and adulthood. Whenever someone asked what I was reading, I’d say, “It’s about navigating adult life in New York.” And honestly, that’s what it felt like for a while. I wasn’t even sure who the main character was. But as the pages went on, it became clear: this was Jude’s story.

His past is a slow reveal, and there were things he did that quietly unsettled me. I almost stopped reading a few times, but I kept going, needing to know. And when I finally reached that part his part it was darker than I imagined. It was fiction, yes, but it made me ache. It reminded me how lucky some of us are to grow up with safety, family, trust. Jude didn’t have that. And yet, somehow, he still found people who truly loved him.

What nearly made me put the book down for good, though, was the chapter with his boyfriend. The way Jude was treated it made my blood boil. I wanted to scream, “How dare you hurt him?” Like I was one of his friends, watching it happen. Jude felt so fragile to me, and it hurt that he believed he deserved that kind of pain. I hated how he hid it, accepted it. I understood, painfully. In a different way, I’ve been there.

There were moments of sweetness after that, moments that made me believe things might finally be okay. But A Little Life doesn’t tie things up neatly. The book isn’t really about adulthood. It’s about life. Its cruelty, its tenderness, its contradictions. It’s about trauma, and how hard it is to come back from it. It doesn’t end when things get better, because real life doesn’t. The ending isn’t happy. But it’s honest.

As I neared the end, I was prepared for Jude. I knew, somehow, how his story would close. What I didn’t expect was how deeply I’d come to care for Harold. His love felt quiet, unwavering, and warm. If only Jude had met someone like him earlier. When I finished the book, I held it against my chest and sobbed ugly, heavy sobbing. I hated the book for how much it hurt me. I loved it for the same reason.

I’d recommend it. I’d also never recommend it. It took over my thoughts for days. It made me feel like I’d lived another life, and lost it.

Who says fiction can’t wreck you?

I’m still glad I read it.

4. 7 Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo

It’s easy to read. I love reading the letters and publications. The twist wasn’t what I expected, though it doesn’t feel like a twist; it’s more like a surprise. I like the part where she says that the world doesn’t give you things. You take things.

5. Beastly

I found this on Booksale. It’s different from the movie. It’s like a modern beauty and the beast, though the female isn’t a beauty according to the guy. It made me have this deep thought that I do feel like a beast myself sometimes. Anyway, it doesn’t feel romantic. Maybe because it’s written from the male perspective?

6. Low Red Moon

It’s a quick read. I thought I was gonna love it but I didn’t. The characters are not that lovable or maybe I just find it hard to connect with them? It has a potential. There are so many unanswered questions like the main character’s identity and her grandmother. The main character’s relationship with Ben feels rushed, while the story itself is slow. The truth was only revealed at the end, and it didn’t really work whatever the writer is trying to do. The plot twist is not shocking. There was no climax, and what’s with the parents’ deaths? Most teenage books I’ve read start where both the main character’s parents died. I’m getting tired of it.

7. Bridge to Terabithia

I’ve watched this when I was younger, and I’ve appreciated it even more after reading the book. The characters are relatable. It made me reflect on myself when I was young. It reminds the reader to see the beauty of life and that everyone carries their own struggles, and even a small act of kindness can have an impact. I also love the way it allows you to see the world through Jess’s eyes as he navigates grief. It makes you feel compassion and empathy for those who experience loss.

8. Chanel A woman of her own

What made me start liking biographies is how they let you see life as a whole, how a person begins, what shaped them, and what they leave behind.

I picked up a book about Coco Chanel while searching for inspiration from a successful, self-made woman. What I admired most was how she refused to settle. She could’ve stayed a rich man’s mistress, but she chose to build something of her own instead. The book also reminded me how the world still hasn’t changed much, women continue to create, while men continue to capitalize. Reading about how the Wertheimers profited most from her brand was frustrating,

My biggest takeaway? Life is short. No amount of status or success means anything if you’re not fulfilled on the inside. At the end of the day, what matters is how you feel about your life and the love you share with those who truly see you.

9. Diary of a Jackwagon

After A Little Life, I was really craving something light and funny something to help me breathe again. I picked this up hoping for a comedic, diary-style read, but I couldn’t quite relate to it.

Some parts felt a bit outdated, especially since the book centered a lot on marriage, parenting, and religion topics that don’t quite align with where I am in life right now. There were definitely funny moments, but it didn’t feel as personal or journal-like as I expected.

Also, since it’s set in the U.S., some cultural references like certain restaurants or places didn’t really click with me. Still, I liked learning about them from a distance. It just wasn’t the cozy, relatable read I was hoping for, and that’s okay. Not every book is meant to feel like home.

10. Enslaved by ducks

This book made me both want to have animals and not want them at the same time. It really makes you appreciate them and recognize that each has its own personality. I also liked how it explored mental health in a light yet meaningful way. It was such a fun read!

11. The rare and the beautiful

This made me realize that biographies can be shocking to read. Unlike fiction, where characters usually go through things with a clear purpose, real life just… happens. Some parts even feel like a fairytale love story until the couple starts having affairs and having kids with other people. It gives such a raw, realistic perspective on life and relationships. Then they start having children and not really being good parents. It’s so different from the neatly structured plots we see in movies. Everything feels unpredictable, even the deaths, which just happen without the dramatic buildup you expect in fiction. But that’s also what makes it so interesting to read. It lists real places that exist or once existed, mentions historical events, and even references familiar names.

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Yummy Food I Discovered This 2024

Trying new things especially food can be scary. But I wouldn’t have discovered this amazing food if I never took the risk. This is your sign to just go for it. Worst case? You don’t like it. Best case? You find your new favorite thing 😌🍽️

1. Yu pin king clam noodles

I found this while grocery shopping, and it’s shining like a beacon, so I bought one for each flavor, and the Clam flavor is the one that I liked the most.

2. Ubeco’s Teriyaki fried rice

I’m still thinking about it…

3. Crab/seafood burger in Mosa

A very unique tasting burger lavettt!

4. Roasted pork in Lin Wo hK

It took me straight back to the one I had at Yingying.

5. Wai ying’s Deep Fried Wanton

10/10 The taste of shrimp is so unique

6. Chicken pot pie by diang eng chay

The crust was crumbly but its still so good!

6. Mary Grace’s mango Bene

I didn’t expect it to be good but its GOOD!!! 😭 I don’t really like eating cakes and sweets but this one changed it for me.

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Dani and Jamie Playlist

I just rediscovered this playlist I made and cannot believe I almost forgot about it.

It’s inspired by Dani and Jamie from The Haunting of Bly Manor. Its the most romantic horror series I’ve ever watched. Tears were shed. Naturally, my coping mechanism was to make a playlist.

I’m straight, but ohhh… to have a girlfriend 🥺

-Poppins

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2024: Movies And Series I Enjoyed Watching

1. Apartment 7A

I like it. The ending was 👌

2. Agataha All Along

It made me cough cry a number of times

3. It’s what’s inside

10/10!!!! Sooo unpredictable.

4. Helter Skelter

Estetik!

5. Lovely Runner

Its sooo good! One of the best dramas I have watched in a while. Sun Jae is the STANDARD 😭❤️. I even made a playlist for him.

6. Mamma Mia

I got LSS with the songs. I love ABBA, but after watching the three movies, I loved them more, I mistakenly watched the third movie before the first and second, but I would recommend it.

7. A handmaid’s tale

It made me cry and gave me goosebumps. Got me feeling bad for the characters and got me cheering and clapping for them too. The music is good too. The script was nice as well, so badass. The cinematography is good too and the camera angles gaaahh. I like Janine and Eden’s characters.

8. Ballad of the Songbird

I love it, the song Snow is fun to play in the ukulele. I’m still wondering about the ending. It’s such a mystery. I LIKE IT!

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My Stormy Food Quest in Binondo’s Chinatown

There’s this storm coming called Man Yi. Did that stop me from heading to Binondo? Nope. I’ve been here before, years ago, with a friend. We ate at Ying Ying Tea House, and something about it stayed with me. This time, I returned alone.

How to get there

LRT to Carriedo Station. Then a short walk toward Ongpin Street, brushing past Plaza Santa Cruz and its half-forgotten fountain. The kind of place you can tell used to be beautiful or still is, if you look at it long enough.

I checked into a nearby hotel before anything else. The room had soft light, a wide window view, and a king bed all to myself. There’s something grounding about laying your things down and pausing before the hunt begins.

The Food Drift

My first stop is Oishi Kun. It was the nearest. There’s a line for payment and a line for pickup. It was confusing at first cause I’m not sure where the line for which is which. But eventually, I walked away with a warm, milky bicho-bicho and let me tell you, and it was exactly what I needed. It was soft and sweet. It’s like when you’ve been craving something but didn’t even know what, and then you taste it.

Next, I grabbed four pieces of Shanghai fried siopao just beside it, then headed over to Wai Ying. There was a crowd outside, and I panicked for a second. Turns out, they were just waiting to dine in. So, I asked the guard, and scored some fried wontons to go. I thought about getting an asado roll from Monteland, I can’t remember why I didn’t. Medium regret.

Then came Diao Eng Chay. I bought two boxes of chicken pot pie without asking the price. I only knew I wanted it. Some decisions are like that. I then spotted a long line at Vege Select so I skipped it for now. Their xiao long bao and tanghulu are officially on my “next time” list.

On my way back to the hotel, I realized I needed a drink. Luckily, I found this random convenience store with bottles on display outside. The entrance had those odd butcher strip curtains, which, now that I’m typing this, was kind of strange. I grabbed a strawberry-flavored juice with Chinese characters on it, Pocari Sweat, and a bottle of water. The cashier did some lightning-fast mental math, and I’m honestly impressed.

The Elevator Incident

When I returned, I entered the hotel elevator with two other strangers. We pressed our floors. Mine didn’t light up. Tried again. Nothing. The others noticed and suggested I press the floor above and switch elevators. I nodded, pretending not to feel weird about it.

The hallway was quiet in the wrong kind of way. I ended up on the 17th floor for no reason, half-laughing, half-spooked. The button finally worked on my third try. It felt like the building was teasing me.

Room, Food, Silence

Back in my room, I attempted a makeshift mukbang. But halfway through the Shanghai siopao, I was full. Favorites: fried wontons (with a hint of seafood) and the chicken pot pie. The bicho-bicho didn’t survive the delay. I tried to save the bicho-bicho for later as dessert, but unfortunately it hardened. I didn’t read that it had to be consumed right a way.

And here’s the crazy part: someone I knew saw me in Binondo. Randomly. Out of everyone in Binondo, on a random stormy day. It reminded me how small the world gets when you leave your house.

Money Magnet Ring

Then the next morning, my ring went missing, the one I got for the pink diamond theory. I searched everywhere, panicked, and then ended up finding a random ring instead. Am I being played by a ghost? Did it want to exchange rings? I’ve searched it on google and found that it’s a money magnet ring. Sounds cool, right? But also definitely cursed. So, I did the smart thing and left it behind. I also found my ring which is in my bag haha.

Ying Ying Tea House

For breakfast, I hit up Ying Ying Teahouse for breakfast, and guess what? I was feeling adventurous and ordered duck this time…Decided I’m still a lechon kawali girl.

Afterwards, I snapped some pics at the Chinatown arch and the mural before heading back to Carriedo Station. Miraculously, it wasn’t raining even if there’s another storm coming.

Not Quite a Wrap-Up

When I got to the mural, my paper bag completely gave out on me. I was literally hugging it. It would be nice to have someone with me that moment. Then I remembered I brought a tote bag! It fits perfectly. Crisis averted 😌.

At the LRT station, I was once again lost. I asked the woman next to me, but she had no idea either. She went to check at the booth. Eventually, I got to the right side and caught the train. Someone offered me a seat. I said thank you. I hope they heard me.

I really wish I had more time to hit up places like Ramada Hotel for its rooftop, Grand 1919 for coffee, Shin Ton Yong for its pork floss, Monteland for that asado roll, Vege Select for those xiao long bao and tanghulu, and take photos in Panciteria in El Filibusterismo. Not to mention Lan Zhou or San Guo Lamian. There’s still next time, right?

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