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Here Comes Your Man


It was Lando’ s debut. His 21st birthday. And how did he spend most of it? Waiting for his turn for thesis deliberations.

It wasn’t really my idea of how I wanted his day to go either. Had I had the chance, I would have gone all out, full surprise factor birthday extravaganza But I was as tired, sleep deprived, and naseous as everyone else. I just really wanted to get thesis over with.



I didn’t even get to print out this card that I was going to get our batchmates to sign. :(

Still, we made it a point to at least get to go out for his birthday dinner, so we went to Trinoma. We ended up doing something completely instead though. We decided to watch My Amnesia Girl and eat inside the theater instead.

And what a lucky day that was, they were giving out free ice cream with the movie tickets! YUMYUMYUM



I also managed to give Lando a really nice present. Stay tuned for future posts to find out what it was.



Happy birthday, my dear! :3


City of Angels

The title is an attempt to make my one day trip to Angeles with Lando last Sunday sound dreamier than it actually was. Not that it wasn’t. And yes, that is a disgustingly huge, pink, flowery bow on my head.

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I’ve forgotten by now how Lando convinced me to spend the money I saved for the week to go with him. But I’m guessing it’s because of the yummy food he said we were going to get to eat.



We arrived late morning for some brotherly hospital visiting and some ravenous Yellow Cab pizza eating. Afterwards, we walked around to do some sightseeing.


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It still amazes me how lavish Catholic churches can be. I wonder how much of the Church’s budget goes to prettifying. And lo and behold, what’s that I see?!



Yes, that is an LCD screen you see on the church column. I die of incredulity now.



Hey look at what’s next to the church! It’s Lando’s school!



He was practically giddy in reliving high school memories. (Note the sarcasm.)



Back in third year, we had a group plate to design a call center, and our site was situated somewhere in Pampanga. Two years later, here I am, a street away from the site.



I just had to take a photo of this cute restaurant. The name says it all: dainty.



Lando took me to this food place called Susie’s, which he said was known for their yummy palabok, cassava, and other delicacies. It seems to be a pretty popular place, because the place was packed the entire time we were there.



Lando bought this dish called bringhe, which to me was like palabok but used sticky rice instead of noodles. Up to now, I’m still debating on whether I liked it or not; I’m not used to eating something with sticky rice that isn’t sweet.



We dropped by Lando’s house afterwards. Customary to every home visit, we looked at his baby photos! But the coolest thing wasn’t seeing Lando with silver teeth (yep, he had caps made in nursery to keep his teeth from rotting), but it was seeing his photo album itself! We have the same one, only I have the girl version. I shall repost it again soon once I get a photo of it. Can you say meant to be? :”>



Before we knew it, it was time for dinner, and Lando decided to take me to this restaurant called Tollhouse.



I took Lando’s recommendation and ordered their lasagna. I have to say, this must be the creamiest, tastiest I have had EVER. NOMNOMNOM.



Lando had this dish called Tropical Chicken, which was basically Chicken Pastel. It was quite yummy too.



Fruity drinks yaaay



We also bought two bars of this amazing thing called Marshmallow Nut Fudge.



The entire dinner would have been perfect if not for one thing: the restaurant closed at 8 and we arrived a little past 7. The waiters were pretty rude and kept reminding us to rush because they were closing at 8. Why did they let us enter the restaurant in the first place if they couldn’t accomodate our eating time?  They were practically closing the lights on us. Turds.



On the bright side, we did get to take this cool double exposure photo of Lando. It’s so amazingly hipster-y, I can’t even.


After that, we went back to the hospital, then back to Lando’s to copy a few movies, before going en route back to Manila.

Overall, it was a really nice way to spend a Sunday. A big thank you to Lando! :)



P.S. Yes, he IS aware that he looks like a total psycho in the first photo.

Friends, Lovers or Nothing

Who says you need to be official to have an anniversary?

Yes, I know. Countless people have said we should just stop being so fickle and just be “boyfriend” and girlfriend”. But why would we want to be like that when we’re having too much fun being Allie and Lando? 

It has been one year since that fateful day when he asked me out for the very first time. So much awesomeness has ensued since then!

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Despite being unable to watch John Mayer last night, inside the grounds nor outside (like we had originally planned for the day but decided not to because of the insane weather), we decided to make the most of things and just ate at one of our beloved restaurants, Pepper Lunch!

anniv drawing by Lando. colored in photoshop by Me.

Here’s hoping for many more great times with you. HAPPY PSEUDOANNIVERSARY! :3 (Yes we coined our own term)


P.S. Thesis is going to make the next week hell! I hope I’m still alive after everything! :s

Really big chicken nugget in the house!

Meet the newest member of the family.


Guess how big he is.


1. He can fit Lando’s hard toy gift in his mouth.


2. He can wear my Domo pendant as his own necklace.


Yup. We saw the mother of all Domos a while ago in Trinoma. And because Lando is the sweetest (albeit a bit impulsive) boy in the whole entire universe, he bought it for me!

Well, no he didn’t exactly buy it for me, because I sort of insisted I would pay him back in installments, with my deadline being Christmas season. If I fail to pay him back when it rolls around, it automatically becomes his advanced Christmas present for me, therefore absolving him of all obligations to go holiday shopping for me.

I am going to try my hardest to pay him back ASAP because… I really want a Christmas present. But I was sincerely about to cry when he handed over to me the absurdly large canvas bag with Domo inside.

IMGP0016 Every other Domo of mine just pales in comparison, literally, because it’s a bit browner than them, except for that Domo I nicked at Asaphil’s tambayan. He just looks like a really overcooked chicken nugget.

This Domo is a bit arrogant though.


He still has his tag on and he’s already fighting me for use of the computer.


I’m excited to sleep tonight! I have something other than my pillow to hug! :3

P.S. Leonard Jeriano Cusi, if I were to choose someone to hug between you and giant Domo-kun, you will still win hands down. I <3 you! :D

When a birthday turns into a birthweek

Celebrating birthdays, though always enjoyable, have also been a source of great stress for me. This stress usually leads to me having worries like, “What should I wear?”, “What should we do?” and more importantly “Who do I spend it with?” I’ve been both blessed and cursed with having numerous circles of friends, and this has always bred internal conflicts within me about which particular one I would share my birthday with.

This time though, I didn’t have to think, because I simply decided to spend it with all of them, one group at a time.


August 18 – My Yummy Buddies Day


This will forever be ingrained in my memory as a night of a lot of panlalait and as the night that I first barfed because of drinking too much. Thank you to Lloyd, Jena and Diana for making sure the day did not end until I did. []


Lando also dropped by early morning here at home to give me my gifts. :> []


August 19 – My Impromptu Date with Lando Day

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Lando failed to join the AF field trip due to the previous night’s festivities, so I asked him to join me at Megamall instead. I was really excited because even if we get to spend a lot of time together in school because of our schedule, it had been a while since we last went out on a date. I tried my best to look pretty for him. :3 []


August 20 – The TKK and Girls’ Night Out Day


For a while now, I’ve been feeling guilty over the fact that I haven’t been spending enough time with Nene, Camille and Maethel (mostly due to conflicting class schedules) so I made it a point to go to Tula, Kanta, Kape with them just like we did last year. Too bad Maethel didn’t come (TAMAD BOO!), but being with them made me realize how much I missed hanging out with them. We stayed at Yellow Cab for dinner until almost 2am.

We also learned new meanings for the words thunderclap, earthquake, volcano, and tsunami. >:)                                         []


August 21 – The High School Friends + Others Weekend

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I had been planning this for a month already, and I’m so glad it pushed through despite everyone’s busy schedules! The only thing I’m a bit sad about is that I didn’t get to invite more people, because of budget and spatial constraints (kulang pera at masyadong maliit ang condo).

Overall, it was the perfect way to cap off the weekend! :D





The week went by in a fast, happy blur, and I’m almost sad that the bliss is over. When birthdays are over and done with, there is no choice but to go back to reality. Now, my 21-year old self has to deal with thesis programming, report making, and a whole bunch of emotional turmoil to boot.

But the one thing that this week has made me realize and feel happy about despite that it’s over? That I have such great friends and family who care for me and whom I know will always be there for me. And somehow, that’s enough to keep me going.

Thank you everyone who made this year’s birthday fun and memorable. :)


When you’re too kilig not to repost

I rarely did blog reposts during the multitude of times that I took a swing at the blogsphere, but even I had to put off sleeping for another ten minutes just to share this with the few readers I have.

I reposted both the original and the follow up post.



By Cathy Babao-Guballa
Philippine Daily Inquirer


RELATIONSHIPS ARE always a difficult terrain to navigate.

As a woman, you spend hours pondering—alone or with your girl friends—the intricacies of the human heart. You always hope and pray that the next generation will get it better than you did.

Below is a letter I found in my daughter’s website (I have her permission to share this). She wrote it to “the man I will someday love.”

I was expecting to read a gushing, romantic, idealistic tome. I was humbled instead by her sentiments. It’s filled with sensible expectations.

I pray that this will make every girl believe that hope does spring eternal, and even if your heart has been broken a few times, you can always put the pieces back together, and make it right the next time around.

Take your time. Don’t rush and don’t just “settle.” If it’s part of His plan, God’s best awaits you out there.


Dear You,

I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.

There is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love’s kiss.

In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who’s willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.

Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.

Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could’ve read as a kid.

A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like “All My Life” or “A Whole New World” in my head when I see him does not mean I don’t hope that it’ll ever happen.

I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic.

However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect princess. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.

I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.

I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.

I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.

I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.

I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.

I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.

You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.

You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.

You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.

So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.

With the hope I will be yours for always,




By Cathy Babao-Guballa

Philippine Daily Inquirer


Those three words best describe the feelings my daughter and I have had last week as we received letters and comments on last week’s column that contained her letter to the man she will love someday.

Apparently, the letter struck a chord among the young and old.

One letter stood out—from an equally hopeful young man. I told my daughter the whole experience was starting to feel like a scene from “Letters to Juliet” and my eternally romantic 45-year-old heart just felt really blessed to be in the middle of it all.

I will let my daughter express our gratitude in her response below. We have been blessed in more ways than you will ever know. May you all find God’s best in His time.

My daughter’s letter

Dear readers,

I never expected that so many of you would find yourselves in a simple letter I wrote one night when I was most vulnerable, where in retrospect I realize now were just echoes of the little dreams my heart carried.

While I study to become a doctor someday, I know my focus should be on the literal intricacies of the human heart as opposed to what it feels. However, I find nothing wrong in hoping to meet that someone who’ll make it skip a beat.

To hope for love isn’t a bad thing, as long as you continue to live your life to the full while waiting for God’s best. As one wise reader wrote—it could be that “God is still preparing you both for that right moment.”

Meanwhile, we can learn, experience, and become happy with the things we do have in our lives today before that time comes, because after all, happiness never does depend on a single person.

Thank you to everyone who shared their stories of waiting and finding true love and to all the young people who appreciate the concept of not settling for just anyone but waiting for that someone. It is nice to know that there are others out there who still hope and pray for the right kind of love.

Two nights after the letter was published, I received this in my personal mail—an anonymous response to my letter. I want to share it with you all—a letter written by a man any girl would love to fall in love with someday.

Dear You,

I will admit that it came as a surprise to me when you decided to write a letter such as this. I always thought you were the type to keep things to yourself—one of the many things that keep us apart until now.

There is a part of every boy’s heart that dreams of his princess. However, no matter what the age, this princess does not change.

Nineteen years into this life, and although your unwillingness to give your heart away is what troubles you, what troubles me is how willing I am each and every time to give my complete heart and yet there is no one to receive anything of me.

Try as I might to give my heart to someone I had imagined was perfect, and I end up putting the pieces back together, mustering the courage to make it seems like nothing is wrong and nothing has been lost, when in fact, everything in my life at that point feels otherwise.

Although I have only known you for a few years, I am as confident as a man in love can be, that you are the perfect girl I have been thinking of ever since. Nineteen years into this life, and we are both still apparently waiting… for someone to be swept off her feet, and for someone to sweep you off yours. And yet, here we are closer to each other than you would expect.

I am sorry I took this long. But, I hope you know, it has not been entirely easy, trying to whisk you off to my palace on horseback. I am not alone in this pursuit of your love and I have no palace to show you in comparison to the many other men who will try to win your heart. You have not been entirely cooperative as well, but I do not blame you for this. In fact, it’s just one of the many quirks that sets you apart from other girls out there.

You will be disappointed to know that it has not been such a fairytale – meeting me, and for this I will be eternally sorry. I hope you know guys spend more than enough time trying to come up with the perfect introduction, what with sweaty palms and a shaky voice. As to the extreme disappointment I may cause you, I also hope you know that you are still as perfect in my eyes as always. I may not have begun it as a fairytale for us, but I will go through leaps and bounds to make you feel like the princess that you are.

Your eccentricities are what I love about you. Even during your occasional mood swings, it is the most endearing thing to see you shift gears. Although I must admit, sometimes it can be quite confusing; keeping me on my toes, it just makes me want to be with you even more. I want to be the man you stand beside at your best and your worst—because either way, you are still too beautiful, and I would be nothing less than the luckiest guy in town if you were just as happy as I was, standing beside you.

You are and will always be my best friend, even if one day I end up finding no more shirts because you have borrowed them all. And when you return them I end up not wearing them, still, because the scent is there to remind me of you even when you are not around. You are my best friend because you look out for me, after a stressful day, or after we lose a game of basketball. Even during times when you refuse to speak to anyone, me included—you are still my best friend.

You will be the girl I try so hard to cook for, and despite my best efforts I know I will fail, but I will love how you will try to taste my concoctions, even when the taste might make you cringe. You will be the girl whose mom I will try so hard to impress, and then you will fix my collar in hopes that I am ready to meet your parents. Adventure after adventure, you will be the girl I will see the world with, complete with the local cuisine taste and souvenir shots.

You are the girl I will smile to even in the worst of times. Even when the day feels like s__t, I know that when I see you that my world cannot be so bad if you are beside me. You are the girl whose smile I will wake up to, even when some mornings might find me with a slight case of morning breath. I cannot wait to love you.

Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope one day you will find me worthy of your heart. In the meantime, know that I am out here somewhere, waiting for you, hoping that you will be mine.

Loving you forever and a day,


I was completely overwhelmed by this and went to sleep that night with a smile on my face, knowing that there are many people out there who continue to hold steadfastly to the hope of finding not the perfect, but the right person for them. So to every heart out there that continues to hope to someday know what that feels like- here’s to allowing God to write our love stories.

With much love and gratitude,



Love is a many splendored thing. :)

Lando and Allie: future National Artists

Every so often, students get bored while listening to a lecture in class or studying for an exam, usually resulting to them doing something else to bide their time. Sometimes we daydream, sometimes we sleep, sometimes we even open our laptops to play games or check Facebook.

Most of the time however, we prefer to draw.

Lando is my absolute schedule mate for the sem (we have ALL the same classes, one of the rare kind moments that CRS had), so we get to do a whole lot of stuff together. And yes,that includes being bored together. Which usually results in masterpieces like this.

IMGP0020IMGP0025Lando is the better drawer between the two of us, he beats me by a mile when it comes to cartoons and doodles. Siya nagdrawing nito. We’re Allie the Aggressive Astronaut and Lando the Lucky Leprechaun! :

As for me, I have a lot of bobo moments while drawing, like this epic fail of a venn diagram during our Arch159 class.IMGP0003

Although I do have my strokes of creativity at times. These were on my Arch176 notes on molds. (Note my really pretty handwriting HAHAHA)IMGP0023

The fencing reflex in babies, in cartoon form. Drawn during Psych101 by me. IMGP0004

I became a favorite subject of Lando’s to draw for a week or two, and this was one of his early attempts prior to the astronaut drawing. I think I look malibog in this particular one. :| IMGP0017

On the other hand, my favorite subject to draw is… also myself, mainly because I’m one of the few things/people I can actually draw decently. Here I am in robot (robutt) form.IMGP0024

Another favorite of ours to draw for a time was Domokun! Ang cute niya kasiiiii. This is from Lando’s notebook.IMGP0015

As I said earlier, there are thresholds to students’ attention spans during lecture classes, and this was what Lando drew when we reached ours one Arch163 class. Pigil na pigil ako sa pagtawa.IMGP0016

Although sometimes, we draw even during times when we are listening to class, like this one time during Psych101. We’re great multitaskers that way. (If you’re wondering, that’s me picking a fat Lando’s brain.)

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To avoid monotony, sometimes we like to go out to study (when we have a little extra money to spare for coffee shops and the like). But somewhere in between, we get a little bit burned out, so we like to draw to take the edge off. And when I say we draw, I mean on anything.

IMGP0002 Like receipts. ALLIECAT <3 LANDORAT!

IMG_0282 IMG_0284 And napkins. (Ghoullie and Lando Manyakis)

At this rate, I’m looking forward to looking through our notebooks once napuno na sila. Who knows, maybe we can sell them when we become famous architects. Tipong compilation of sketches or fillers in our biographies.

TO LANDO: Here’s to hoping I fill a whole lot more pages of my notebook with you. Heehee. :>

Allie has seen many a dust bunny in her lifetime, most of them in her dorm room. She is often mistaken as a 13-year old, further intensified by her weird fashion choices that mostly involve cutesy patootsie rings, colorful knee high socks, and ribbons and bows in her hair. She dreams of waking up one day and finding herself as a character in Star Wars. Preferably a jedi. With a purple lightsaber.

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