I have to be honest…


I have to be honest…

I have to be honest that there are times I want to write my paper, concentrate on my work, get things done and tick of things on the list on my weekly or daily goals but you enter my thoughts all of a sudden, and I just have to write about you. You, who makes me so happy… and so sad at the same time that it feels weird now and I wonder where this would take us. I am elated when with you, I go crazy when we fight, and I miss you just those moments before we end our day and say goodbye again. Time is precious with you, it is gold, and I have to stop everything despite the eternal costs that it entails in doing so. This is how special you are to me.

I have to be honest that in those brief meetings we have, the 15-minute power lunch, meeting and walking on the streets for a little chat or staying in your place just to read or laugh at stupid TV shows I grow more of the feeling. I try my best to suppress it because we made a vow to not fall in love with each other, to be together forever as friends, but sometimes it becomes so overwhelming, like I want to shout on top of the mountains that… you know… I actually love you… and not just as another of my guy friends.

Damn it.

Because my friend always tells me that I write so much about you. I wrote about you that magical night when we were reading before getting to bed and the light on your lamp just illuminated your eyes in this weird way that took my breath away. Or that time when we were walking under the bright sunshine and something about how the light hit your face that I just can’t take that picture off of my head of you. Whenever we cajole each other every time we play games on my tablet or gossip about things we see on the Web, the laughter and bond is just so natural, virginal. And how can I forget that time when we watched this thing together, you placed your arms around me and we just smiled at each other for so long a time and lit up the room, we looked like Liz and Dick that moment.

I have to be honest, our commonalities and differences are things that I think I can put up with for the rest of my life despite my “skewed” views on love and marriage. You might just change my mind about everything. I don’t know. You have this weird effect on me. When we argue over a phone call or over text, I actually enjoy that I see you genuinely care for me. That time when I got sick and you scolded me and was very insistent on going to my place to you know, care for me… I was butterflies after that phone call, and you’ll never know. Because we made that vow, to be friends so we’ll have each other forever…

And I think it would be good if we remain true to that promise, because I cannot predict myself. I do not want to hurt you. God knows I do not want to lose you. I want you as a constant in my life.

But darn it…

You’re too smart, you can dominate me, and you have this big booming voice that I love hearing over the phone along with those long text messages that I have to scurry up to my dictionary to figure out the meaning. I am smart myself, but you are smarter, and I love that about you. Cryptic, dominating, mysterious and passionate as hell – just my type of man… and you’re easy on the eyes too… you have a way of pulling off those silk ties and starched polo. You have a towering figure that I feel safe in. People give us a double over when they see us, we look that good together.

I have to be honest that I am falling for you, after all these years we’ve spent as friends.

I have to be honest…


Ear Tattoo

My mom and dad would kill me if I had this tattooed on my left ear. But yeah… I’m really thinking about having this done to follow the theme of my first g-clef tattoo that I have on my back. I feel like I have to equalize my tattooed body and have some stuff done on the left side. This one is to represent the music glutton that I am, the love and need for music in my life. And yeah, to symbolize how music had been a constant and how it pumps passion and creativity in my blood and in my doings.

The staff and the eighth notes in the ear, just where the earphones meet the ear tunnel – perfection.

To channel the inner rockstar, this tattoo!

I’ll have you soon!


A good friend of mine, Lorie, lent me a copy of Suits Season 1. I mean, all of my friends suggested that I watch this being aware of my ambition. They knew I would like it, and I did, I am hooked. Lorie went all the way, we went all the way to her friend’s flat just to get the copy. So gracias Lorie. I finally set asisde a day to watch it after a couple of weeks from acquiring the copy.


Smart dialougue, witticisms, legalese, muted humor, good twists and not too much drama. It is unlike Law and Order, which is suffocated with the elements that make up a legal drama, it is less of that, which makes it more — an addiction because there is something more to ask for. It is like Ally McBeal but with more testosterone.


Enter: Harvey Specter (the best closer of New York, Senior Partner in Pearson Hardman). My new screen idol. He has the makings of the lawyer I want to be. That swagger, sharpness, quick mindedness, great grasp of the law, style, headstrong persona and yes, equal doses of sexiness and his signature moves. I now found someone to imitate if I do go to court and get into settlements. He has to win, and he does. Definitive of my overall attitude in life. Two things I would take from Harvey: “Never take no for an answer”, “Win”. And despite his many tries to pretend that he doesn’t have a heart, and he doesn’t care, random scenes would show that he does have a human touch and he has emotions despite being encased in that rock hard on-screen personality of his. He reminds me of myself in some ways, and he echoes what I want in a man. If I do get to be with a Mr. Specter, there would surely be a lot of filling arguments and stimulating conversations in our household. Ha, ha!


Of course, the main antagonist and the “Robin” to the “Batman & Robin” tandem of Harvey Specter and Mike Ross, Mr. Ross himself (the associate with a very high IQ). Cunning, a sleuth, street smart and the human touch to their partnership, Mike Ross is a college drop-out who faked and worked his way into Pearson Hardman (the fictional law firm in the series). He was able to pass the LSATs and bar examinations without need of any degree, he has a tight grasp of the law and his eidetic memory allows Specter and Pearson Hardman to win their cases and look into nooks and crannies that easily could have flighted one’s vision. Exemplary the street smarts this man is endowed with and he does deserve where he is given his innate acumen. I am such a credentialist, but what I really like most with Mike Ross is his eye for detail, the way he speeds through thousands of pages of documents and of course, his eidetic memory which I suppose is his “super power”, that which allows him to be eligible to be an associate at Pearson Hardman and rub shoulders with Ivy League lawyers and high roller clients.


Mike Ross’ love interest is Rachel, a paralegal in the law firm. Rachel is very smart and sassy but never pursues her law degree because she has a way of “bombing her tests”. She comes from “loaded” parents but enters Pearson Hardman to be able to make her own money. Similar to Mike, she’s also keen on the details and gets her lawyers the results that they need. I also like her signature style of pencil skirts, hot tops, luscious hair and neat make-up.


What I like is that Suits is not yet overrated unlike The Walking Dead, Glee, VD and many other sitcoms. There are no many memes circulating on the Web to bash or “overrate” the TV show so, again, beauty in the underrated. Watching Suits had a good effect on me, I was able to build a case for my CSR paper and read through the pile of journals on my desk. It’s inspirational for someone planning to take the same profession. So my choices nowadays are guided by the question:













Silvia Pellisero (aka Agnes-Cecile) is a water color artist based in Rome, self-taught and possesses raw talent. I always wanted to write about her, her works and paintings but I never really found the right words because her paintings are too beautiful for words to describe. Modern art is democratic, I mean anyone can become an artist nowadays but Pellisero is one of the artists I have a deep regard for as she maintains her identity and style in all of her paintings which evoke fluidity, subtlety, and mystery. I always have a folder of her paintings kept in my laptop, tablet and computer – a constant because her art is the anti-thesis to mine as mine is bold, dark and “anal”. It is a plus that Pellisero is a good-looking woman herself, it is reflected by her paintings which evoke the beauty of the human form.



JT is defo better than JB! Need that be explicited? I know I am falling a bit backward when following what is trending, I am not “real time” when it comes to the trends and tides of pop culture so this video is a new discovery after my friend and I were driving around town. My friend was even insisting that the video title was “Soothe and Tight”. Huh?! LOL.

You cannot blame me entirely for being delayed in finding out about this, maybe JT was too busy with Jessica Biel which is why he was not making that much racket, it was a long hiatus for him. So, I never really knew that he already made a comeback.

The dance moves on the video are smooth and very RNB, reminiscent of Neyo and Micheal Jackson, the way it was choreographed was class and quality although not entirely original.

This video made by David Fincher (he also directed Madonna’s Vogue and many other good ones) does justice to th “Fincher Quality Music Videos” and is one of the best imitations or rendition of the Rat Pack lifestyle. The way JT sang reminds me of Robin Thicke and Michael Buble and proves the fact that JT is indeed versatile in his music. The sexual references are done elegantly, it’s something that you have to think about,, an Aha! moment when you figure it out.

Bishop Tagle

By Maan “Maggie” Villar

I think that it would serve the Filipinos right if Manila Archbishop Luis Tagle would be installed as the new pope. It would be a huge step for the country as it would increase our power not only in the Catholic world but also in geopolitics and have a sound opinion and increased respect for such on global issues. It would also strengthen our economy because as we know, having greater power and say in the geopolitical realm and the religious sectors would yield a bigger voice and a greater audience to what Philippines would have to say. Archbishop Tagle has enough credentials under his belt and mass appeal that may be contributory factors for him to he among the papabili (the few chosen potential candidates that are fit to take on the papacy).

The whole shenanigan reminds me of Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons, I guess it would be a very basic purview of what happens, the whole process of choosing the next pope like that white smoke coming up from the Sistine Chapel.

Persian Affair (Persia Grill, BGC, Taguig City)


I needed a pick me upper, I’ll go crazy if I did not. My colleague was right a while ago before we ended the day, working all those overtimes could take a toll on you and you would feel lonely after a couple of days. Touche. It was a week filled of days working 12 – 15 hours at the office, I had to catch up on work as it is the summer vacation and all I have on my plate is the thesis and law review, no classes. I took advantage of the company’s high premium on overtimes – getting rich means working hard anyway.

During the said hell week at work, I always made time to catch up on my journal reading and review up at my usual Starbucks joint at Burgos Circle. I’m so glad it’s just a few blocks away from the office and it’s so quiet, has a decent crowd and very friendly baristas to serve me and make sure they have my favorite seat at the corner by the big windows ready when it’s my time to come in. Those juntas to Starbucks made me notice this hole in the wall restaurant – Persia Grill situated between a platter of more restaurants whose names you would forget after walking a few meters. There are so many of them in the area.

But this quaint little place had good lighting and exteriors that made it stick to my mind and the fact that Persian food remind me of one of my closest friends during my graduate classes whom I cooked Persian food with – Mr. Ferdows. I was planning to eat there for days…

So, tired from a 15 hour stretch I tried to take a nap after a long hot bath but can’t, I had three cups of coffee before ending work this day and the caffeine kicked in. I decided to get my arse out of bed and go to the place, I’ll relieve the stress with food since I can burn it all off tomorrow since I have a jog date with one of my friends in the morning.

I strap on my gold high heels and my new summer dress and head to the circle.

Lo and behold, Persia Grill.


So I entered the restaurant, and yes, it was swarmed with couples having dinner, I was the only single person in the place (or so I think). It would be the perfect place to bring a date or a boyfriend or a husband really, but since I didn’t have those, I today’s headlines to keep me company (and dad on the phone).

The waiters were kind although the service was a bit delayed, I expected that since they just opened. I was about to try their Salad Olivieh but I went with the Beef Kebab meals instead since I knew that it wouldn’t match the Olivieh Amir and I cooked in his flat.

It was delish! The cheese, the garlic, the sauces, grilled tomatoes. I was so full I had to back out before finishing the entire plate. At first glance you would think it’s just enough to fill you up but it is a very filling meal, VERY!

So just to make you a bit jelous, here’s a nice picture, exactly how it looked on my plate, that I found over Google of what I ate. It was from some blogger who ate there too. (Sorry I’m too tired and cranky to properly reference you Mr./Ms. Blogger or Photog, but I read it on your page, the article and pictures were good.)


The owner was cute too, hands-on and making sure his guests were satisfied with their service. Control freak mode I read a couple of blogs and reviews on Persia Grill and I found the owner / model’s photo in Trip or Treats blog, name is Kian, I found out the Persia Grill puts up stalls in Mercato Centrale too. I’ll check it out soon.

I’ll give the place 4 stars.

So far, only Yabu (House of Katsu) got my 5 stars but I’m sure Persia Grill would improve on things when they get the hang of things and the crowd here in Global City.

So I walk back to Point A and bought a pack of cigarettes and as I was smoking and walking in my gold bratty heels, I was thinking on an idea for a new section in my blog…

If I have Recipes for a Broken Heart, how about putting up Restaurants for a Healing Heart?


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