5 Things I Learned from my Strong Mother

To all the mother’s boys, mommy’s princesses and everyone who has a love/hate relationship with your mommas, this post is for you. No, it’s not yet Mother’s day but hey, do you have to wait for that once in a year event to show how much you love your mom?
Right. Read on. ❤️

Whenever I find myself at the center of attention, may it be because of an award or an acknowledgement for something good I did, I often think about attributing the recognition to my mother. You know how, like whenever I get awarded medals, I would in an imaginary way think of the situation as me awarding the medal to my mother. (Is it just me or is that really a thing?) Most of you may agree with me when I say that, “wherever I am, whatever my title is or whatever recognition I get awarded with, it will always still lead back to my mother and what she had taught me. No matter how talented, how powerful and how famous you are, the one person to thank, for being able to get there is your mother. None other than her. (You can replace mother with father, grandfather, grand mother, uncle or aunt if this doesn’t suit your experience.)
I know there are times (I’m sorry but this is real mom) when they’re annoying, sometimes controlling and most of the time judgmental of your choices, your friends and that Friday night out outfit you’re so eager to wear and look miserable in, but aren’t they just looking out for us? Trying to prevent us from making the same mistakes they did or have heard from other amigas? There may be times when they really wouldn’t make any sense but trust me when I tell you that, sooner or later you’re going to realize how correct your mother is and how stupid it is that you even got angry at her for giving you advice.
If you’re like me, who’s blessed to have such an amazing mother, here are the top 5 things I learned from a strong and independent mother.
1. “Nothing is wrong with over preparing. A bigger bag full of things you can use is better than a stylish one that doesn’t have any use.”
I would always find myself arguing with my mom about bringing an extra shirt, any kind of extra clothing, or umbrellas whenever I think I don’t need it and end up being regretful that I didn’t heed my mother’s advice. Call it a lucky guess or psychic powers but when I didn’t bring an umbrella to school just like what my mother advised, I ended up walking a thousand miles, soaking wet, going home. After that, even the extra underwear, I’m definitely sure would not be needed, has a space in any bag I bring.

2. Gratitude and appreciation goes a long way. Longer than the time it takes to pass through EDSA on a rush hour. Cultivate gratitude.

Mother always take the time to show appreciation to all the people who had helped us in anyway. May it be hired service or just genuine kindness, my mother had taught us to repay or appreciate those people in any way possible. This exchange in support and kindness creates a cycle of love that extends throughout time. Whenever in trouble, we could always find a friend or a past client to provide assistance to us. No hassle.

3. You may have all the friends and fans there is in the world but no one can be as honest and blunt to you than your mother can.

Yup. I have experienced those times when I feel like the prettiest, sexiest, the most attractive person in the world. Sporting my ripped jeans, floral polos and extremely heavy boots, I would hear my friends tell me how fashionable and cool I look. You would think that your mother would definitely approve of this. But no, definitely No. Not my mother. You may hate her for not supporting “who you are” and what your style is, (I know because I had and sometimes even now, we still fight about it) but maybe, just maybe take a look in the mirror and gauge closely if this is how you want to be seen. 50% yes you look fierce but is the other 50% catering to appropriateness and decency? Also, are you going to the church??? Because your family and friends may approve of that sexy chic look but everyone else may not be as understanding.

Anyway, point is, your mother would know what’s best for you. Maybe you can understand a little more if she gets angry at that metallic bra you’re wearing because it makes you look 1964 try-hard scifi film. Hey, Not everyone can understand art, at least you can right? Kudos to mom for telling you an honest, not jealous comment. She’s looking out for you.

4. No, does not mean “I’m not letting you because I’m not fun/I’m boring/I have no friends or I want you to be miserable.” No, is not some power trip. It’s worry and care.

There will be times when we get invited by friends to travel to far away places, hang out at like 3 in the morning with the coolest kids in the block or party all night and “yolo” the semester away. If you’re like me, who still values permission and yes, still ask for weekly allowances then you surely have experienced a devastating “No, you’re not allowed”. I don’t have anyway to make this look good or cool to you because hey, I hate it when my parent’s don’t allow me to join in on the fun but there really is a reason why. If you find it in your heart to actually listen to your mom/parents then you’d know they’re just worried about what may happen and the scary recent events that had happened to the place you’re planning on going to OR the amigas of manila have chika’d to your mom about the bad insects living in that place. Summary is, she’s not letting you go and there’s a lot of reasons for that. Not because she’s cruel or doesn’t have any friends. Chill!

5. “Papunta ka palang, pabalik na ako ng sampung beses” – Where Ever you’re going, I’ve been there and back ten times more. 
I’m not sure if that’s the right translation but what I’m trying to say is that, our mother’s have definitely been through a lot. This may be because of her age or because of all the different work she had to do. She has experienced so much and trust me when I tell you that she’s credible when she’s giving you advice about all the different things in your life. You may heed or advice or not. I know, I’ve been through times when I don’t listen to her and I follow my own decisions. It’s wonderful, knowing you can do whatever you want and follow your own choices but there were times when I wished I followed her and what she had to say instead. Maybe things would have been better for me. Our mothers may not always be right, but they’re surely looking out for us, for you. If ever you find yourself wanting to disobey your mom or just ignore her warnings., think twice. Why would she even give effort to scold you? Is it for her or is it for you?
Who you are right now, what you’ve been doing or thinking, half of it or more may be because of who was there when you were growing up. Lucky for me, I have been with my mother for the 20 years that I’ve been alive. Call me a Mother’s boy and I would definitely wear the title with Honor. I’m thankful for my mom and everything I’ve learned, accomplished and experienced, I thank my mom for all of it. For who I am.

What about you? What are the things that you’re thankful to your mom for? How much has she influenced who you are? Share it to us down at the comments section. Share this with your Mom and friends!
Thanks for dropping by! ❤️

Embracing Rejection

At 6:00 AM the other day, the shuttle service I was going to ride had no seats available. 9:00 AM of the same day, the elevator wouldn’t close because it was too heavy and since I was the closest to the elevator door, I had to go out and wait for the next one. Rejected again, I thought. Last night, my best friend, messaged me about being sad she wasn’t included to attend a business meeting. And just this morning, my sister complained about how her professors were so strict about deadlines — rejecting her output. Every day, whoever you may be or where ever you are, we are faced with a thousand different choices that may or may not lead to rejection. 

These rejections, whether they be as big as wedding or business proposals or small ones like homework submissions or elevator ones like what I had experienced, can all and will surely make us feel sad or dejected. But was it really meant to make us feel like losers? Was rejection a way for the universe or the higher beings (whatever it is you believe in) to put us in our place and let us realize how much we’re lacking? Or was it meant to teach us a lesson?

I remember my mother telling me about this “Winner’s Mantra”. I don’t entirely remember the words correctly, but to sum it all up, it was telling me and whoever heard the mantra to “never accept rejection. Only winners survive and succeed”. I was sure it was meant to heal hearts broken by rejection and I appreciate my mother’s attempt to make me feel better, but something about it seems off to me. Like it was escaping what happened and making yourself believe that winning and acceptance were the only options. It made rejection look bad, unacceptable and something that is only okay if you’ve already given up on achieving anything. 

That, my friend, is something I cannot accept.

Think about it. If all parents would say this mantra to their children and those children would share it to their friends, wouldn’t it create a community of winners and hard workers? That’s something I would like to think. But if you’re already a veteran of reality and you know how hard life is then you would know that not everyone can be successful and winners. 

For competitions, there is a set of criteria to determine who the champion would be — there can be two champions in some incidents but there can never be three or twelve. For jobs and careers, only one person can be the best, the CEO or president — again there are some corporations with two or three bosses of the same level and power but not every worker can be the boss. Get the drift? There will always be a winner and if there’s a winner, a loser is sure to be around. I can use as many analogies and comparisons as I can and it would only mean one thing. Winners get the prize and losers can cry all night.

So what then can the rejected losers and those not good enough do? Chardy, what the hell is your point? 

Drum roll please. . .

I’m sure you’ve heard this somewhere before. I would just like to re-emphasize it.

You embrace rejection. You learn from it. You make it your own and you use it as a stepping stone to succeed the next time you try. This may seem cheesy or cliché for you but I would gladly and whole heartedly accept this more than pretending that rejection and losing can mean the end of the world for me.

Maybe you wake up ahead of the alarm and go to work 30 minutes earlier than you usually do to get a seat. Maybe you edit the business proposal 3 hundred more times or take a different approach before you submit an output. Maybe rejection was meant to tell you that you can do better. That you’re almost there? Or maybe rejection is telling you that this isn’t for you and that there are other things, people or jobs that you can explore and experience.

I would like to believe that everything that happens in our life was meant to happen. That a strange mechanism somewhere is making sure that we are where we’re supposed to be. Destiny, if we must name it. In my heart, I honestly believe that destiny is real but I also believe that in order for things to happen, we must take destiny into our hands and learn to control our fates. Because who else will?

Phew, this was a really long rant. And i’m pretty sure I didn’t make any sense at all. If you lost interest halfway through what I was saying or you decided to scroll down to the end, here’s the summary to whatever I was trying to say ->

Embrace Rejection. Learn from it, make it your own and use it as a stepping stone to succeed the next time you try. You may not always win and being rejected may be something that’s regular for you but doesn’t that show how much perseverance you have? If you keep on being rejected, doesn’t that mean that you also keep on trying? 

I would rather be the person who always get rejected but keeps on trying and learns from it than a person who wins but never actually get to develop character and attitude. Schools should change their standards. It’s either you succeed or you learn from it. Not fail. Never fail. Don’t you think?

Dealing with Self Doubt

We all have that one person in our lives who just cant seem to stop having it all. He can be your brother, who bags all the academic medals and brings all the glory to the family, your college blocmate who perfects all the tests and is friends with almost everyone at school or your best friend who always seems to be in a relationship. This person, whoever he or she is can be someone you really love or adore but you just can’t seem to kick out the feeling of wanting to be where that person is. Call it jealousy, insecurity or whatever you want. All you really know is that whatever it is you feel towards that person, it is making you feel unsure about yourself— self doubt they call it.

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This Time Last Year


This time last year I was afraid. I was afraid of all the things I still didn’t know, of the people that might harm me and of the things I would lose when I decided to study at a university so far away from home.

This time last year I was juggling between new friends and not-so-new friends; gathering people who, just like me, were alone in a new environment. Testing the waters and trying to learn who would leave after the party or who would stay to clean up the mess.

This time last year I was a fool; thinking I could survive in a competitive school with just the limited knowledge I had.

I pretended that the little time I used for studying was enough to pass my exams and to succeed in my chosen course.

This time last year I was thrilled. Thrilled to try the different things in life I could do and I could learn. The places I could go to and the money I could spend on useless things that would never last, not even taking into consideration the sacrifice that my parents were doing to provide all those luxuries and the work they had to endure.

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3 Things You will Love about White Beach, Puerto Galera

There came a time in my life when I needed to really just escape all the busyness and stress that school was giving me. You see, at first I thought college would be totally bearable and by that I mean, I only needed to study 3-4 hours a day and give enough effort in order to pass my classes. Boy, I have never been so wrong in my life. Each day was like more and more requirements were being given to us and every day it gets harder and harder. But enough about my academic rants, let’s talk about what I did in order to reclaim my burning passion for life and love. Ofcourse the obvious—and I know most of you do this as well, I traveled. Hooray Travel Buffs!

So me and a bunch of good friends decided to visit one of the most beautiful, very affordable yet close to the Metro (Drum rolls please…) White Beach, Puerto Galera.

*Note that our visit was only limited to enjoying the beauty of White Beach, other places in Puerto Galera was not in our itinerary.

– Getting there

From Metro Manila

Go to any of the following bus terminals in Metro Manila:

Bus Terminals near the corner of Taft Avenue and Gil Puyat Avenue (formerly Buendia), Pasay City – nearest the Airport.

Bus Terminal near Ali Mall, Araneta Center, Cubao, Quezon City.

Bus Terminal in EDSA corner Kamias Street, Quezon City.

Bus Terminal in Alabang, Muntinlupa City.

Then ride the bus going to Batangas Port and board the Outrigger ferry to White Beach.

– Taken from www.puertogalera.org


From Los Banos, Laguna

Since we were all UPLB students from Los Banos, Laguna, our first move was to get to Calamba City terminal. The Calamba Terminal had all sorts of jeepneys and vans that were going to a lot of places, we got into a jeep that was headed to Turbina Terminal. It was around 6 am but the place was already very busy. Every 10-15 minutes jeepneys would leave the terminal filled with people. After arriving at Turbina Terminal, we then transferred to a bus going to Batangas Port. This is where we then rode a outrigger ferry going to White Beach, Puerto Galera.

Costs and Travel Time:

Bus from Metro Manila to Batangas Port – Less than 200php (1 hour and less than 30 minutes)

Jeep to Calamba City – 20php (15 – 20 Minutes)

Calamba Terminal to Turbina – 10php (10 – 15 Minutes)

Turbina to Batangas Port via Bus – it was around 100 – 125php (I don’t remember this one very much) ( 1 hour and 30 Minutes and more depending on the traffic)

Batangas Port to White Beach via Outrigger Ferry – 500php round trip ( 1 hour and 15 minutes)

Passengers apparently also pay a 50-100php Terminal and Environmental fees but I suppose I was too sea sick to remember. But prepare for it just in case.

* Please don’t forget to confirm the date and time of when you will be returning. This needs to be schedule right after you arrive at the beach.


It was love at first sight. Not only was it the perfect escape for the broken hearted, it was also a perfect venue for Instagram and photography enthusiasts. No wonder almost every one was raving about how wonderful White beach was. The place was like no other. To further this thought I had to make a list (I love lists), and this list would have to show you how much Puerto Galera was worth the visit. Here is my top 3:

1. Puerto Galera Activities


The beach, with all the white sand and brilliant rocks, is full of people swimming, sun bathing and forming sand castles. Flags of different brands and products populate the sides of the beach while the stores, restaurants and lodgings are situated just a few meters away. In the day, visitors can opt to play volleyball, run around with each other or could also avail of the Jetski and other paid services like island hopping and cave visits available almost any where, You just have to look. 

At night, performances and concerts are held, all of which have various interesting things to offer. There are fire dancers and eaters that would amaze you and at the same time scare the brains out of you (if you come too close), Drag Dancers who are really fun to watch and some stores just play party music and allows customers to sing on Karaokes. The one we visited was at the isolated part of the beach, where bonfires were being made and friends get clingy to watch the stars.

2. The Beach

One thing I really loved about the place was that you are able to choose on which side of the beach you would like to hang out at. If you’re on a vacation vibe, the left most part of the beach, away from all the people and stores, is perfect for sun bathing and just chilling around. No one would dare bother you when you’re already lying down, facing the beach and taking your photos. Not unless they’re adorable dogs— who are roaming the beach, or birds. On other hand if you’re feeling social and ready to mingle, the activities side of the beach is flooded with people ready to talk to, hang out with or flirt with (hehe). The visit to white beach would not be as fun if you don’t meet anyone. Be friendly and smile whenever you come across people, I’m sure you wouldn’t leave the place without making a friend. Also those who are playing volleyball loves to invite other people to play with them. Be ready just in case.

3. The Scenery


Nothing beats the view of the sunset while you’re on a beach. Must be one of the most romantic things I would ever see. And hey, I believe there were at least 3 couples kissing all around me. Sucks to be single around them. Nonetheless it was a sight to behold and forever remember. The feeling of surrender and just forgetting about everything that was bringing you stress and pain was something I definitely would want to repeat 400 times. The sun set marks the end of the day but also the beginning of the night— something that beautiful shouldn’t ever be ignored.

“With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.” 

― Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

Puerto Galera is without a question, one of the best. That’s one place crossed off on my bucket list. I don’t regret visiting the place and I would definitely come back for more. Not only did it help me recharge my heart for more studying, it also inspired me to visit and travel to more places around the Philippines. 

What about you? Have you been to Puerto Galera? Or do you have other places you find gorgeous? Tell me all about it on the comment section! I would love to hear all about your visit. Thank you for dropping by. Till next time. ❤️

Aren’t we all Lost Bread?  🍪🍫

Just one more week before our much awaited summer vacation, me and my lovely sister, Bianca decided to set aside our academic stress and exam reviewers to visit one of our favorite Maginhawa Street Food destinations — The Lost Bread.

If you’re not familiar with this place or have heard of it but has never been able to visit, you have to understand that this place (Maginhawa Street) is crawling with different types of food. Whether you’re looking for snacks to chew on while walking, desserts to take pictures of or a 5 star quality restaurants to fill your tummy, Maginhawa is the place for you. They have various stores that not only caters to your hunger but also to the foodie and blogger in you. This place not only attracts the people living around Teacher’s Village but also those from far away places like fairview, makati and even Los Banos, Laguna — just like me. I’ll make sure to post and tell you all about them later on but for now let’s talk about “The Lost Bread”.


I was already a fan of The Lost Bread even back when it was still operating at The Maginhawa Food Park but I’m loving it even more now that they have their own place. The Lost Bread has their main place located at #80 Maginhawa St (This is near The TotheNines store and beside RBys Steak and Shake and Westwood. They are open every Tuesdays – Sundays from 11 am to 10 pm and are closed every Monday. A Milkshake Bar is also available to every located at #91 Maginhawa St and is open every TTHS: 5 – 11pm and Fri and Sat : 5 pm to 12 Midnight.

You’re going to love the place when you visit. The Over-all design gives off a minimalist ambiance but also very cozy and comfortable to hang out at. It is very spacious and can accommodate large groups of friends as they also have tables in a semi-second floor area. The place is well-lit and is Instagram-friendly. Good for customers who love to take pictures of their food.

Speaking of food, we weren’t really able to try everything on their menu but I believe that what we had was enough to make you want to visit their store.


We ordered one of their famous shakes. This one is called “Bonfire” it’s a shake topped off with graham crackers and marshmallows with chocolate syrup. It’s a little pricey for 265php but certainly worth the money. I wasn’t able to finish it all so my sister and I shared.

We also tried their Maple Glazed Hotcake. This one includes different berries, nuts and whipped cream for 190php. Also worth the try but not recommended for those looking for a really sweet treat as it didn’t have any of those candies and syrup that the shakes had.


We spent almost an hour and a half hanging out at The Lost Bread and I can definitely say that it was worth the time and money. They didn’t have any WiFi, so story telling and bonding is encouraged. Their songs playlist was damn good, plus the crew was very friendly and service was great!

10/10 for taste and presentation! Do you think you’ll be visiting this place any time soon? Leave a comment!

Stay tuned for more food reviews! Thanks for reading!

Practice Photo-shooting 

What’s up?

I always thought that It would be difficult for me to ever pose and model in front of a photographer. And by photographer, I mean someone with a real camera, someone who knows how to really take the shot. Not like when your mom or dad takes a snap of you eating an ice cream or that one photo where you stood beside McDonald’s mascot. It was impossible, I told myself — not very confident with how I look and how much effort I needed in order to actually look good. This was how I acted whenever someone would even suggest going on a photo shoot. Gee, so much insecurity huh?

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5 Ways: Turn Your Bad Morning Upside Down

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 It’s 5:30 in the morning and you find yourself at the wrong side of the bed. The buzzing sound of your alarm, the morning light shining at your face and the voice of your mom ringing through your ears as she tries to wake you up, everything seems so irritating to you this morning. You can still feel the tiredness of your eyes from all the stalking and instagramming that you did all night. You sigh heavily, regretting about your decision to sleep 4 hours after midnight and wishing you could turn back time. You wish you could shut everything out and go back to bed, but you can’t. Either you have school or you have something important to accomplish today, point is you can’t go back to sleep and this is already making you crazy. Today will officially suck, you tell yourself, not realizing that you could still turn this around.

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Broken Hearts and Moving on

Butterflies everywhere

You wake up one day and you realize that you’ve fallen in love. He was dashing, like the ones on television; the captain of the basketball team, Mr. Face of the night at your junior year’s prom. Every girl would swoon and sigh whenever he walks down the hallway and above all else, he could sing. It was like he was taken straight out of your favorite dystopian novels and you just can’t seem to get enough.

It was as if he was taken straight out of those chick flicks that you and your best friends would love to watch on a rainy Monday with all the chips and ice cream and accompanied by the latest album of one of your favorite boy bands. You’ve seen all of his photos at least thrice and know every last girl who has left a comment on each one. You would wait for every single holiday just so you could send him a greeting. Even the slightest sound of his name would make your head tingle and your mind burn with passion.

Making the Move

A little push was all you needed to finally say hello (Oh, and a lot of encouraging from your BFFs). One thing led to another, and suddenly you were hanging out. You didn’t have to wait for a holiday anymore to send him a message and now you could view his photos without having to use your little brother’s account.

He would say hello every time he passes by you and you would hear all the other girls hiss and growl at you like jungle animals ready to attack. You’re friends now! Every little detail that made you love him before can now be enjoyed live via-satellite. You thought you could never ever like anyone as much as you like ice cream and bacon or Ross Geller from FRIENDS. You were wrong. Darling, you were very wrong.

Confession and Consequences

You were in love. . . . . At least, you thought you were.
Long story short, he broke your heart. And wow, he broke it real good. You’ve taken the courage to actually tell him how you feel. Stupid, yes but you would rather let him know, than spend more hours waiting for him to actually look at you for real. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same. All those nights spent on dreaming about your epic love story and dedicating love songs for him would turn to tweeting movie lines from “One More Chance” and “Starting Over Again.
Your Facebook chat is full of sessions with your friends on how “He doesn’t deserve you” or “It’s his loss, girl”, or all those consolation prize answers, ready to give to someone with a broken heart. Your life was so much better when he wasn’t around, you keep on telling yourself — you were actually okay with just giving love advice to your girl friends, but there he goes, making you fall in love with him, making you believe in happy endings and then suddenly cutting you off. You assumed too much, and girl, trust me, we all did. WE. ALL. DID.

Moving on

A few weeks later…. (Of sobbing, hating and mending)
You wake up one day and everything has changed. He was still unbelievably attractive, he could still sing and yes, he was still the man of your dreams. But unlike before, there was this strong feeling that it would never be the same. The story of your life, it goes on. You are still the Queen and everything still revolves around your life (At least, in your perspective). And of course he is still the Prince Charming, witty and good with his words, white horse and sword unsheathed, obviously beating all the other princes from every kind of fairy tale imaginable — but you just have to accept that he wasn’t your prince, not in this fairy tale, and there’s nothing to do but accept that.
Maybe the timing was off, maybe he just wasn’t sure, maybe in a year or so we could be together. Maybe I’m just thinking too much, maybe I’m pretending to be okay.

Getting your heart broken sucks. And having to think about maybes and other endless possibilities suck even more, especially if they would never ever come true. But what to do? We all go through these, we all get our hearts broken because if we don’t, then we would never learn how to stand up and live on. All the broken pieces were meant to teach us a lesson, whether we have to be careful who we share our hearts with or simply know how to love ourselves. You may have lost the boy but the memories, the lessons and the love you recieved will always be there to strenghten you and keep you going.

Remember: It gets better, whether it be in a month, a year or ten, it will be better. Just you wait dear.

Have you ever gotten your heart broken? If you have, share it with us and tell us what it taught you. Cheers!

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Love, Chardy ❤️