Disastrous Cooking 101

Guess who’s creating a huge mess in the kitchen, knows she’s only probably wasting all the precious ingredients but doggedly wants to finish it so  she can have dinner at 10pm? 😂 me! 

the recipe is nothing complicated. Just simple custard which i intend to surprise mama with (since she’s staying in El Nido most of the time now) at tomorrow’s trip. 

What looks so simple on Google and You Tube tutorial turned out to be delicate process lol and i’m getting nervous by seconds now 😂 but determined to see it done (disaster or not). 

Lesson learned: If you’re trying your hand on some cooking, the best way to start is not 8pm 😂

What the tutorial said is basically to mix 12 egg yolks with condensed and evaporated milk. Put it in a pan with sugar (for caramel) in it, then steam for 30 minutes. 

The result i’m waiting for right now is mix to harden (well, maybe have the appareance of  “cooked” 😂😂😂
Wish me luck!!! 
I’m gonna post the end result maybe in about an hour. If not, maybe at 4am (jk). I hope not, i’m super hungry the raw egg and milk mix is looking delicious now 😀

Be back in a few…! 

UPDATE!!! UPDATE!!! UPDATE!!! (After two days!!! Sorry, connection, as always, was slow)

(Lol first imperfect LECHE FLAN! It’s supposed to be really smooth like this 👇👇👇

But i don’t mind. I ate the un-perfectness and, it actually taste super good! Or maybe i was just hungry lol )

My mistake is 1. ) i should’ve waited until the sugar melted into caramel-y like goodness before putting in the milk and egg yolk mix. 

Also, the 2. ) “frothy” soft top is because in included the egg white.

Like ze Bf said (he’s a very talented chef, btw) 😉 “patience is required.”. Mmm admittedly, that’s not one of the qualities i possessed but don’t tell him😂😂😂 . Next time i’ll listen 

This one ☝☝☝ i saved for mama and, SHE LOVED IT!!! said it’s perfect.  Lol that’s how i know she love me so much 😂. Apparently, mom’s have a very special tastebuds too, as to not offend their offsprings when they present a half cook egg and milk concoction on a Monday afternoon. 

What’s your most disastrous cooking episode? Tell me in the comments. Love to all your awesome beautiful moms!!! xoxox💓

Enjoy the first week of love month, my lovely peeps!!! Spread the love and keep the positivity going 💘💝💞💟🌞


Your Island Girl


(Hi baby!please get as much sleep as you can 😘 you deserved it! Love you! ~ H




“Peace. Love. Happiness.  These were the things that counted. ”  ♡


I hope everyone’s having a super day!  Keep the positive vibes coming.  💓


*My R @ Houston,  Always 💋*



(The title seems like one of those post advertising tourist transpo companies, but i assure you that this is unpaid for post lol)

I was standing on an outpost near the city exit road yesterday waiting for the only multicab that will bring me back home (about half hour from El Nido). The driver asked us passengers in advance if we’ll be taking the back and forth trip, to which i said yes.

Fortunately my task at the town was done early so have a bit of time to walk around and eat some kwek-kwek (quail’s eggs coated with orange breading, which one can be eaten with spicy vinegar) before heading back for transpo.

The cloud is turning darker ominiously and i felt as it begun to drizzle, which turned into a full blast shower. I made sure all the zipper of my canvass bag was closed tight to prevent my things from having an unexpected swim inside.

Then someone approached me (a caucasian tourist), asking directions on how to obtain a bus ticket. My mistake is i just pointed at the small gate of the bus company compound, so he can ask for the bus schedule. I guess explaining the intricasies of our provincial transportation in the middle of pouring rain, with him half way crossing the road is not really a good social strategem 😂😂😂.

I said the schedule, and not the specific “how to get a bus ticket” as you don’t really have to get bus tickets here in advance. You just go to the terminal here (Bgy Corong-corong) and choose which bus (air conditioned and non-air conditioned) you fancy to board going to the city or some general points of Northern Palawan Highways and which sched is compatible with your time of departure from El Nido.

It is different if you want to ride the much cooler and slightly faster shuttle van (about 2 hours faster than the public transpo.)

Bus Pros:

– Stops in between municipalities, which allows you to get your  breakfast, lunch or dinner along the way while enjoying a glimpse of each municipalities where you can take a token picture.

-Amazing view
-Cool bus selfie! (and upload it using the free wifi aboard)
-Free Movies
-Give you the “i’m a cool traveller” feel.
– Cheaper at P350 (non-air conditioned) P400 (air conditioned) per person fare from El Nido to Puerto Princesa City.

Bus Cons:

– It can only work if your visit schedule is not time-constraint. Though there isn’t much time difference compared to shuttle van.

Shuttle Van Pros:

– Comfort (Aircon and much softer seats, i guess?)
-Every passenger is priority (they’ll wait for you and you can even request to drop you off to your Inn or Hotel)

Shuttle Cons:

– A bit expensive at P500 per person fare from El Nido to Puerto Princesa City.

There you have it, my good peeps.

Maximize your travel and enjoy every second of it.

Look for unexplored angle, the road less travelled, create you own path but also trust google map lol If there’s no existing path, i think it’s better to wait for others so at least you will not go alone, in case it’s a creek ahead, or worse a deep, dark cave. 😂😂😂


The world-famous Limestone Cliffs of El Nido


Carpe Diem!💓

(Photo Credits: huffingtonpost.com


Your Island Girl

Salty Hugs And Sandy Kisses at 30 (Fun in Nacpan)


Capping off my birthday week with a 2-day beach romp with my classmates, then i “found” this eden of a spot.

Twin Beach is located in Calitang about 25 minutes from the world-famous town of El Nido, province of Palawan, Philippines.

We rode a motorcycle at 8am from Barangay Bucana traversing rough and dusty partly cemented roads. The day promised clear skies and summery breeze, so there are vans and vehicles going the same way, perhaps to shake the previously concluded election tensions and dip their toes on the cold blue waters.


We passed by dry rice fields and solitary houses just beginning to stir. My excitement begun to infurl when we reached the little dirt road leading to our destination.

The fact that the place is becoming the newest tourist destination didn’t seemed to have affected the oblivious residents as the houses was simple, made of amacan and nipa, except for a few restaurants offering simple cuisines, ice cold beer and fruit shakes.

The beach was lined by huts that can be rented at Php300 for whole day activities. There is no wifi connection where we stayed, and you have to bring extra phone batteries or power banks as the place have no electricity and relies only on a generator set.

I immediately whisked my phone and took a customary beach shot; blue skies, white sand, blue green sea, a bit of a mountain and little island in the background and of course, coconut trees. 😆

We settled down, took out the foods and run like kids towards the water, hardly feeling the hot sands on our sole.


Calm and peace envelop me as the salty water embraced me. And i immediately regret not getting one of those waterproof phone case. I also left the selfie stick at home. 😥


Me, my classmates Nelz and Chie

After a quick lunch, we headed towards a small hill where the two beaches are visible, braving the sun, talking about our the other beach we raided the other day (but that will be on entirely different post). Lol

The view at the top(every angle is more beautiful than the next) took my breath away i promised myself i will have a good camera within this lifetime, not that the view needs more pixels to make it more perfect.








And perfect it was. I wonder why no one has ever think of proposing there yet or maybe have their wedding at the top (hint hint for you people). Just let me know and maybe i’ll help keep other people away (for a while) while you blindfold her, and drag her to the hills just so she’ll be awestruck she’ll have no other choice but say yes. Haha

~ I’m getting the feel of this thirty thing. i feel more open about adventures, body positivity and still looking forward to each sunrise, of whatever tomorrow will bring. I hope i’ll see you all there. 😉

Keep safe, lovely peeps. ♡

Here’s me at 30.


Sandy hugs and salty kisses from my island province. Xxx💋



Hello.  I must admit I have a very erratic writing inspirations nowadays, hence, the erratic postings here, which I’m planning the make up to you soon. ( I know, I know… promises, promises) lol

Okey, here’s the pic of my beautiful hometown El Nido I snapped yesterday. I took this near the curve going to the cemetery.


Yes, I’m still in my hometown. For four months now, and counting. Am I going back to the city soon? I’m not sure. What certain is, the feel of cold wind, the sound of the surf against the shore at dawn and the green mountain sceneries have not failed to surprise and enchant me every day, yet.

To backtrack a bit, I took a few days Christmas break from work, took the last bus trip to my hometown at midnight. But the weeks stretched to months and before I knew it, it’s Chinese new year, and valentine’s day, and my friends birthdays and well, a lot of things have come to pass already. The only trip I’ve taken back is to pack my things from the little house I rented with my mom just outside the gates of my work. Just few bags of clothes and furniture and a bit of appliances.

Looking at it, I realized how little material things we’ve gained from almost 15 years of living, studying and working in the city, in comparison to what we gave up for it.  It’s not been easy. What we lack from worldly gains, we make up for experiences.

We’ll be all billionaires if only they’ll let us cash in on the things we’ve seen, heard and touched. heartbreak and tears and success and happiness will have the highest exchange rates I guess. I don’t know.

Two weeks away from my 30th birthday and here I am, sitting in, my shop, at the beginning of the week, on a bright sunny day, alone, with my chaotic thoughts. Where am I going? Am I going to look back at this moment few months from now with regrets for letting a lot of good opportunities passed by? What is the future have in store for me? What have I achieved so far in those 30 years?

When I was 14 years old, I always imagined myself happily married at thirty. I imagined a lot of happy moments. And part of that dream is being successful. It’s will be huge milestone for me.

Reality: my bucket list is still uncrossed. Lol well, except for that one time I’ve (sorry for the pun) crossed the hanging bridge (I’m afraid of heights). There’s definitely a message somewhere there.

No need to look back. Start counting forward. And never stop crossing bridges. Even if it’s rickety and swaying. And the river looks deep under.

Failures? Water under the bridge.

30 is the new awesome!

Should I change the name of the blog now? Nope.

True North is an elusive son of a bee. 😀

But no matter, let your heart be your compass and your faith, the guiding light, and hope is an eternal flame, keep it burning.



Your Island Girl






The day was clear, the wind a bit strong as we board the small canoe and navigated towards the larger part of the glistening river in the early noon.

Our small “baruto” (makeshift canoe) braved the strong undercurrent as we made our way to where the mangroves grow denser and greener. The sight captivated me. The feeling of something soothing my soul.

But all the feels vanished in the water as my boat companions (my teenage cousins and their friends) casually told me that there was a crocodile sighted swimming upstream during one of the storms and pointed a small clearing with dead twigs where the amphibian supposedly basked in the sun. The area is the only passageway being used by locals to travel by boat to nearby barangays, and though the noise of passing watercrafts, lots of fishing, crab culture and other human activities in the nearby community chased the possibility of an actual crocodile, i can’t help but felt a chill down my spine on the thought. I am trying to think of something to erase the pictures on my mind when  a sudden splash (probably fish) 😂 not far away from our canoe brought instant goosebumps. I tried to contain my runaway imagination made more active by tons of movies starring huge water creatures in the same setting. Lol

The wind picked and our “canoe captain” (my 13 year old cousin) told us that that we should turn back as the undercurrent got a bit stronger, our position against the counterflow.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we  head back,  only then my eyes started feasting again on the beauty of nature around me, with only the birds chirping, and the sound of oar hitting water. The vibrant colors of the sky against the green depth that sorrounded us caressing my mind, totally erasing any morbid thoughts of crocodiles. We proceeded into the open sea where i had a chance to take in photos of the shoreline while my boating buddies frolicked in the water.

Now, sitting at the small pier beside my aunt’s house, looking at the flickering light of boat signals across the river with the moon shining above, i feel like i am in a totally another world. Feel free to join me.

Love, your Island Girl



“Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile”.~  Franklin P. Jones

I was standing at the front of the merry-go-round ticket booth for about 15 minutes, trying to decide if i am brave enough now to repeat the ride i had with my officemates and a friend a year ago.


I looked up at the swirling lights, mesmerized by the dazzling multi-colored star rolling up and down, the screams of people inside each of the compartment as the circle reached each quarter turns do little to convince me to ride again, reminding me of that overwhelming feeling, which starts from my toes to my stomach.

I turned my back on it, but it took only 5 minutes before i was walking to get a ticket, decided i have to do it, in defiance to my worries and fears. But before i reached the window, a japanese couple got there first, looking excited and seemingly unaware of their surroundings as they happily await for their turn at the ride, holding hands, and sipping shake from each other’s plastic cups.


The cashier ran out of change, and have to go ask for some at the nearby kiddie duck ride, as i stand transfixed at each of the compartment come to view and seemingly dissapear in a blur as the machine turned faster and faster. I’ve finally decided i am too full with streetfoods for the ride. I proceeded towards the music.

The night sea breeze felt awesome as i tried to find my way at the crowded area near the stage to watch the cultural presentation. Costumed performers sat waiting at a makeshift dressing room near the back.


I bought a shake at the little shack, looking at all the toppings you can choose, from marshmallows, Nips to sprinklers and rice munchies, which was be topped by a swirl of chocolate. The burst of sweetness and cold in my mouth jerked me from a dream-like state of being surrounded by light and the cold wind.


A couple make faces and took a selfie beside the large christmas tree, the lights illuminating their faces and their clothes, giving them a yellowish-red glow. They checked the pictures and they laughed together.



I moved towards the food stores, the aroma from motley display of grilled seafoods that will be soon someone’s dinner caught my my attention. I snapped a pic and moved on to the next stall before
i added lots of inches to my already not-so svelte waistline.


I had last 3 pieces of kwek-kwek (boiled quails egg in orange batter, deep fried) before heading home.

On the way home, I chatted someone on messenger and told him i wished he was there with me. 😉 Would be nice to take selfies together under the huge christmas tree and ride the merry-go-round too. 💕 Maybe i’ve just seen a lot of love around tonight. 😉

Love, your Island Girl