Binge-watching Masterchef and my thoughts about season 5.

I've been watching Masterchef online nonstop because 

1. Season 5 had started without me realizing it.
2. I cannot catch it on TV everytime I'm at home. Yes, even the reruns.
3. I'm still in the process of readjusting myself and accepting the fact that exams are here and I need to study more than I have been doing. So this is me, having the feast before the execution.
4. Starworld airs the episodes super late and super slow. They're 10,000 episodes behind.

FIRST THINGS FIRST:

He lost it. Yep, he did. (@grahamelliot)

New crush alert!! Hi Daniel. 

So adorrrbbss. Haha what?

So

I like you guys a lot and...

I like you guys a little.

This part tho! I didn't like how Ahran said that Courtney is someone that she wants to send home because she's a fake bitch or something like that, but her way of throwing her anger towards Courtney is something that made me not like her at all. I thought she sounded insecure and envious of the attention Courtney was getting from the judges, but she's just 18 so it's normal (?)

P.S. I didn't like how she handled the Leslie situation on episode 5, too. Too much disrespect for my preference.

The person I never want to win, but I wouldn't want to go home at the same time because he's fun to watch. Plus the man knows his kitchen well, so kudos, Leslie!

I'm on the 6th episode now and look who came by to say hi. Last year's Masterchef Luca, and the Youngest Masterchef, Alexander! Apparently, theirs are the dishes that the top 16 were making. 

THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING RAMEKIN

 It all started with the Panna Cotta dish by Alexander that Jaimee attempted to recreate. It turned out a mess because it didn't set right.

What she wasn't able to deliver with the presentation, she compensated with the taste.

 "Maybe if there was the third one..." Queue the drama!

Of course, Chef Gordon Ramsay with his super blue eyes gets to the bottom of the problem and...

Tadaaaa! Here's what really happened.

Maybe in panic, Tyler accidentally got Jaimee's ramekin. At least that's what Gordon believed in, but apparently it wasn't enough to let him stay. Rules are rules. 

 In all fairness, he admitted to his honest mistake and accepted the verdict like a man. He even apologised to the ever-awkward yet super adorable Jaimee who, of course said, "No, I'm sorry that you got mine."

Thus the latest evictee of the Pinoy Big Brother House. Masterchef.

Watch with me! 

Every Sundays, at 8pm I think? on Starworld and Starworld HD.

All photo credits to Fox and Chef Graham Elliot.

Do-overs and realizations (Feat. Sara Bareilles & Iggy Azalea)

So I just poured my morning rants out in a very unpremeditated manner via my previous blog post and I thought it was not only an impromptu but also, poorly constructed. Maybe I should just quit hitting "publish" every time I got to let go of something, eh?

After that blog post (which probably won't be read by anyone anyway, so what the fuss is this fuss about?) I knew I still had to go on with my life, of course. I still had an accounting lecture to attend to, so after lunch, I bathed and prepared myself. It's a Saturday and on such days, we do not wear our uniform.

Do-over 

Imagine the horror that comes with deciding on what to wear. Ladies, hear me? I know, right?

Bitch, my closet isn't as tidy as yours. Shut up.

I have found myself in the situation where I really really really like a certain outfit. I don't want to sound vain, but I have this thing about wearing my clothes repeatedly - it makes me really annoyed with myself. But since I really really really liked that shirt, I wouldn't care if I hang myself for wearing it again. And then I just got tired of it. And then I see it as garbage. 

So I move on to the next favorite shirt that I managed to add up to the garbage category. Then some more. Until the only wearable, un-garbagey thing in my closet is a shirt that I didn't even liked in the first place. In the end I decided on wearing a tank top and a cardigan. Very chic.

Realization

I realized that I have a pathetic policy about wearing out my clothes. Not only because I get to turn my favorite clothes into garbage but also because my closet is a breathing entity. 

Yeah, maybe next week I will organize it.

It practically has a life of its own and I won't be surprised if I learn that there's a closet monster somewhere in that huge pit of fabric.

Do-over

After playing dress-up, I applied makeup. Whats a girl to do? (Never mind the hair, my hair reflects my state of mind.) I find happiness in makeup. Tell me I am not the only one.

And so I applied and removed and applied and removed. Just because I love the glitters and the colors and the effect on my hopeless face.

Realization

I am going to school so I better not make any smoky-eye and dramatic contouring. Besides, I would look funny wearing that much makeup when all I had to do was sit for four hours and listen to the professor and write and listen and not be appreciated for aesthetics. It's accounting, what would you expect?

Do-over

Just before I head out the door, I received a text from my friend, Joy. She was asking what time I should be in school, because she's clingy like that. Kidding. She just goes to school every other day, so we need to catch-up on things. After the crying episode that morning, I realized that there's no sense in carrying the depression over until the end of the day.

During the ride to school, I felt better. It was sunny but not hot, and the weather is nice. Iggy Azalea was asking who dat, who dat that do dat, do dat. Because she be the I-G-G-Y and she'll put her name in bold. She's fancy like that.

Realization

My music is playing on shuffle. I didn't even realize that Sara Bareilles is making me teary-eyed, as if I was listening to a Nicholas Sparks audiobook, when she was just singing about a really old city in the center of Queens.

Sara, why are you doing this to me? 

I don't know why I cried, okay?

Realization

I guess I just feel like my life is going way too fast for me, and the only way I can cope up is to vent it out. But of course, being the weirdo that I am, I can't find the way to express my deepest, darkest issues. Even I can't enumerate them myself, so I can try to fix them up, at least for my own peace of mind. I just can't, so my brain just says "Cry. Wallow in self-pity. Eat ice cream. Repeat."

Do-over

Maybe I should just accept the fact that I am losing it. Or I am near losing it. Who cares? The next time I feel like crying, maybe I would just watch Armageddon again. And again. And again. Or The Notebook. Or The Last Song. Or all of them. Then I could just blame it all on the movie. Or movies. Or whatever.

You said, remember that life is

Not meant to be wasted

We can always be chasing the sun

So fill up your lungs and just run

But always be chasing the sun!

And all we can do is try. 

-Sara Bareilles, Chasing the Sun

My Christmas break is being sabotaged by the universe.

       Much as I do want to celebrate the Holidays in a cheerful spirit, I can't. My body is being dumped into an itch-hole, and honestly I'm blaming the universe for this unfortunate event. Partially because I need someone to blame and partially because I really can't find the cause. I never did away from the responsibility of maintaining my personal hygiene, but *scratch* I'm growing a whole plantation of red marks and breakouts, mostly on my legs and on my back *scratch,scratch*. To add up on the grossness, they look like insect bites and prickly-heat combined in one single red dot. It's that gross.

     Unless someone wants to party with a girl smelling like chinese chili liniment (It subsides the itch, I promise... makes the redness worse, though.) I would be staying at home, in the comfort of my jogging pants, sitting with a jar of nutella, contemplating whether to watch food network or start with my homeworks.

This weather needs no pick-me-up.

I have the strong conviction that on a weather like this, music is there to make you feel sad when you're happy and sadder when you're already sad. Most people would want to have a pick-me-up playlist so they won't get sleepy or depressed. I say this weather is perfect for a gloomy, depressing playlist because yolo.

Unlimited Sweets @ Love Desserts

Just when I thought I could go back to my less-sugar-less-salt-more-water diet, my good friend Anj took us to a place one commute from our school. Who could refuse a dessert buffet?

For only P199 per person, you could choose from a wide array of sweets - cakes and pastries, chocolate treats, fruits, candies, ice cream, milkshakes, iced tea, crepe, coffee, halo-halo and even some stuff like empanadas, manggang hilaw & bagoong, lumpiang shanghai and other finger foods (probably to give your taste buds a break from all the sweets).

How cute are these?

Sylvannas - Anj's & Anna's fave. 

Once you enter Love Desserts, you'll see this refrigerator that holds all the cakes (all yummy-looking) and you'll really get all excited. Buffet 101: Don't get all too excited or else you'll get full too soon. Just like what happened to us. We were overwhelmed with what we see that we forgot that we have 2 hours to stretch, and we're already too full just by the first hour. 

The halo-halo and milkshake station. (Boo, I didn't get to try the halo-halo.)

Crepe station -  with lots of toppings to choose from.

For crepes and milkshakes, you could ask the crew to prepare some for you.

Milkshakes: Coffee Crumble (too sweet -Joy), Vanilla (which I tried, it tastes normal), Chocolate, Buko and Melon.

Crepes: Peach, Strawberry, Blueberry & Banana.

I tried the peach and Angel got the strawberry. Mine was kind of fresh and tangy, in contrast with her strawberry's too-sweet and straight from the bottle effect. Their crepe batter is slightly bland for me, but what's crepe without ice cream, right?

Ice cream from Big Scoop. I had Vanilla with my crepe and Calamansi Sorbet as my last scoop and it was so refreshing.

Ice cream toppings!

Blogger Review by the tissue. srsly.

Before I forget, We went there on a rainy afternoon. Yes, we're rebels like that. So, combating the flooded Espana and the nonstop rain, a serving of lugaw is welcome. Too welcome, I should say. Their lugaw (porridge) is ah-mazing. Perfect for the weather, and perfect to remove the excessive sweet taste.

Joy, probably satisfied, and Angel, enjoying her ice cream.

Did we overstay? I think the waitress was almost going to make us leave. Hi Em! :)

HAPPYNESS :) Photo credits to Angel.

We'll definitely go back - probably after exams. :)

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xx.

4th Year, BSA: Still Alive, But I'm Barely Breathing.

It was very hard, but yeah, we're still alive! Woot!

4th year and still an accounting student, baby!

Kaw, Anna, Me & Joy goofing around.

What would be a first day of the year without some pictures, right? :)

Joy: I'm HUNGREEEHHHH!!
Anna: I don't care, I'm having a photoshoot.

Waiting for our classes to start. Say Hi to Psalms! (The one at the rightmost part)

Hi Jason. Macho, right? Lol, kidding. Seriously, I'm kidding.

Professors just being the important professors that they are. Always late. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

One classmate actually told me: What if you write something about the professors being late or absent on the first day of school? Don't they know that this is the only day that the students are actually excited to go to school? Then they won't show up? Wtf, dude. Wtf.

Apparently, he's blaming the professors' lack of punctuality for the students' loss of interest in school. Monkey see, monkey do. Well, makes sense.

Feeling Vintage. 

 Pardon the randomness. We're Having fun with the camera360 app.. :D 

Anna's famous shitshit face.

Err.. I don't really know what's happening here.

At least my head's in proportion with my thunder thighs. -_-

Our Boys, Ryan & Kaw.

Blurred! But this one's funny. Anna's the camera conscious one indeed. :D

Kaw, look up.

One of my favorite people in the whole wide world.

So.. before the stress comes down to us (which means next week), we wanted to have fun. 

Life is colorful in BSA~ lalala.

So, to the guys out there who are crapping their hearts out just to pass one accounting subject: HA! LOSERS!! :p

Kidding. But seriously, you'll still undergo that kind of torture and maybe more as you go higher. Just try to enjoy it, and have fun. Don't stress yourselves too much, or else you'll just see yourself having more difficulty. You'll just get ugly.

xx.