Banapple Fever

Before I plan to go back, I specifically asked my sister to treat me at Banapple. One of my all time favorite cafe here in Manila. I had hope to take some pictures of Banapple once again as my previous blog had shown but I was too busy picking alot of pasta and cheesecakes to bother.

A couple of years ago, I had read about Banapple from one of my nieces magazines, Total Girl, and like love at first sight, I immediately decided I had to go there.

One of their trademark pies in Banapple, the Banoffee pie which some bloggers have thought as a little too sweet and I somehow agree.

A little short on the finance department, here's a price list to prepare you for your visit. Although, I definitely advice you to bring a little extra because your eyes will twinkle and your mouth will definitely water (can't see the picture, click me to download its PDF form or press CTRL+ scroll your mouse to zoom in the photo-assuming you're using Chrome).

In my previous article, we went to its first branch- the one in Katipunan. Which I suggest you definitely have to visit the rest room because during this short trip, you'd automatically get a pastry tour. I'd also promised myself to scan the piece of paper with their menu and prices for convenience but have forgotten to update that article. I'm just glad, as I googled the Banapple, I was able to find their menu in PDF form. Of course I know some people are lazy to download the file so I uploaded their pictures.

Is the picture blurry as well? click me to download its PDF form or press CTRL+ scroll your mouse to zoom in the photo-assuming you're using Chrome).

Finally, don't forget to pick up some chicken pies to go once you're done. They're a must if you have a microwave oven at home.

Anyway for more information...

Banapple opens as early as 7:30 am and accepts delivery orders worth at least P500 (which I have yet to try.)

Here's a link to their website Banapple Pies and Cheesecakes.

I also linked my older article regarding these tiny haven for food lovers (Click on tiny haven).

P.S. it definitely has more pictures.

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Junk Food Dilemma

And for my first written article for this year, why are nuns still allowed to run schools? Alot may answer that children especially girls who've graduated from said schools usually become successful and as an added bonus, turn out to be prim and proper young ladies. And my answer would be, I supposed regular schools don't teach children such. I'm sure someone would interject that most schools run by nuns have etiquette lessons that regular schools don't teach. But in my experience, most of the schools wherein parents pay as much as they would in a run-by-nuns school DO teach table manners and proper etiquette.

If you want your children to attend more than 52 masses in a year, let her attend Sunday school or singles for Christ, it would definitely nurture them as much as they'd have in school.

And why do I have such a vendetta against schools run-by-nuns? Because sometimes, they have the most absurd rules and a tad sensationalized judgement.

The colored bra, even when hidden beneath the frilly blouse and geriatric-designed-fashion jumper, I can deal with. But others are too much.

Some of the stories I heard are about a child getting suspended for 5 WHOLE DAYS because of ACCIDENTALY hitting her classmate on the head (and when I say accidentally, it means unintentional, by chance, fortuitous, unplanned).

I've heard of teachers throwing children's stuff into garbage bags just because she decided to change the date of locker cleaning from Friday to Thurday (a week before she had said Friday and then just like that when Thurdays came, she told her students that she wanted all their lockers cleaned today so all of them had to find boxes or plastic bags to place their stuff in).

These are just the most recent ones, I've encountered. But one of the most absurd things which is contradictory to what they implement and promote in school is the Junk Food Project. Every year, my niece gets this project of being required to bring 30 big or 60 small junk food wrappers to be used for making bags. However, the food itself is banned in school. And for those who do not eat junk foods often, this is alot of hassle. My niece had to ask my sister to buy 18 large junk food wrappers just in order to submit a project in a school who does not encourage eating any. During which, she had also found her classmate in the same grocery store carrying a bag filled with the same thing.

As to my suggestion (which in the business world is a complete must if you want to complain about something), nuns should open up their thoughts to considering giving their students an optional assignment rather than be stuck with this junk food dilemma. On the bright side, I suppose my niece is pretty happy to have alot of junk foods readily available at the moment.

I have no personal hate against nuns. Some of them are kind, gentle and loving. But I believe that a well-balanced school is most essential to this ever changing world. Rules are rules but sometimes versatility and adjustments need to be made to cater the needs of the future generations.

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Finally Back

I haven't written much. My sister says my English has worsened as well. Anyway since most of the time I don't have alot to say in my blogs, I've decided to probably write about the things I love most, watching a whole lot of anime and movies.

Thanks to my one and only dearest, who has influenced me to always watch the latest in cinemas. But this doesn't mean I won't be adding some old movies which I may have viewed as a kid.

After nearly a month vacation, my passion in writing has rekindled. And since I'm a big Thundercats fan, I also made a Thundercats blog.

So I'll see you tomorrow. And hopefully I can write something because I have lots to say yet most of the time, I feel a 24 hour day is never enough... of course, not to mention how lazy I am.

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Thank You

Thank you for making leaving me hurt.

Thank you for not listening.

Thank you for not feeling.

Thank you for not knowing something's wrong.

Thank you for making me realize I'm weak for relying on you.

Thank you for making me feel I'm stupid for trusting you.

Thank you for making me trust for believing you'd never hurt me this way anymore.

Thank you for making me feel purposeless for living my life not having you by my side.

Thank you for hurting me like I've never felt before.

Thank you for making me feel more of a failure than I used to.

Thank you for making me depend too much that I no longer feel I could stand on my own.

Thank you for never knowing...

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Why Ask When You Can't Take the Truth

Dear You,

Tonight, you asked me to talked about how I feel. And trusting you'd listen openly, I did.

Should I have known that you couldn't take or accept the fact, I shouldn't have told you at all.

I'm tired of telling people of half truths regarding my feelings. I just thought that you'd be that person who'd understand.

But, not much to my surprise, you're just like everybody else. You will never understand it because you feel I should be happy having you as my purpose.

The fact is, I can't accept the truth either. I was hoping someone would help me get through it.

You asking me what I felt, and running away from our conversation which hasn't ended, makes me even more miserable.

I just realized that even you, the person I love and trust most, cannot accept who I am and cannot accept the truth.

I should've just kept it on my own. It took alot of effort for me to tell you.

Now it hurts even more, that I don't have you by my side to comfort me.

I'm sorry if I hurt you for telling the truth. Now I just feel like an opened faucet without someone to close it.

Throbbing Head from Crying,

Me

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I Tried to Reach Out

Dear M,

I tried to reach out but I feel as if I'm still walking towards an endless road of despair and frustration. When will it end?

I try my best to talk to you... but you never listen. Why is that?

I try to lower my voice... but even a louder one doesn't make a difference.

I try listening to you first and talking next, but you always run away.

I try talking first and listening second, but you cut through my words and select the ones you want to hear.

I try crying my heart out but that never affects you.

I try understanding what you are going through and explain it the way you would but that's always used against me.

I try saying the hurtful truth but that just gets as nowhere.

I try understanding why you always say you're a bad person, ending up thinking if you just say that to shut me up because it never changes between us.

I try to improve for the better just to realize that finances don't even make a difference.

I'm confused and now I feel like losing hope. I don't want to run away. But what happens when you are the one running from it... how long shall you be calling me a bully for following after you.

I know I come on strong... but I also know that if I will leave this as it is... our relationship will never be the one I wanted for us.

How hard it is.... to fight for what you believe... and not run away....

I don't want to give up... I'm still trying to reach out.

Depressed and Irritated,

Me

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