Rainbow Dreams Cafe

We had lunch on Christmas Day at Rainbow Dreams Cafe along the stretch of Maginhawa Street in Quezon, which is famous for being littered with rows of concept restaurants and specialty establishments. I came upon a post a couple of months before, and decided to delight Mischa with its cute concept of unicorns/my little ponies (up to now, it is still not clear what they are. lol).

Also ran into one of our colleagues who was spending Christmas there alone. Poor guy haha (seriously though, he doesn’t mind).

From the get-go, it was clear that the employees there were not happy to be on duty on Christmas day. Their Facebook page said the cafe was open at 12:00 noon, and it was half an hour past when we got there, and they weren’t ready yet. And their patrons could use some smile, but nada. There was also another family there, and just like us waited for them to get their acts together. It really seemed like they were dragging their feet. I would have thought that they would have some Christmas spirits left in them but it looks like they left these at home Oh well.

General review of food–zilch. Presentation was all they could boast of. But they were even serving it sloppy. Some of their plastic glasses had some cracks in them that water was spilling on the table. It took me at least three calls to their server to mop it up to no avail. We just decided to move on to the next empty table so they would deal with the mess later. I didn’t want to make a fuss so as not to spoil the day. So we just lapped up the tasteless dishes and took photos for posterity and that’s it.

Nachos

BBQ chops

Honey garlic wings

Crispy fish fillet

Chicken with sriracha

Carbonara

Rainbow smores

Milkshakes

On to Excellence

Months and years of hard work, patience and blood and sweat, and this:

Congratulations to the whole team! While I can honestly and proudly say that we are a different brand of government employees (most of us anyway), this definitely is a feather on our caps as we continue surpassing our own standards. We hope that all agencies would adopt this to ensure that quality service is being delivered to the public.

Trisha Elisse’s baptism

Welcome to the Christian world, Baby Trisha! She is the sister of Mischa’s current BFF, and also part of a friend’s family and our neighbor, too. x

Because Mischa is fast approaching the crucial tweens and eventually the teenager years, I would like to keep tabs on her friends haha, and I like it when I know the parents of who she hangs out with. And I am happy that we’ve known them since their preschool days, and that we get to keep this friendship even though we don’t see them that often.

First Holy Communion

Congratulations to our big baby girl for receiving the Sacrament of the Eucharist! I love how pretty the first communicants were!

I may not be the preachy type because I totally believe that holding your faith close to you and treating others well, but I do hope, anak, that you truly live the Christian life. Be the best daughter for the Holy Father, and you will go a long way. Never treat others badly for they are part of who you are, no matter how terrible they may treat you sometimes.

Midlife

The thing with humans, we are prone to wear and tear. And it is unfortunate that my years of allowing myself good food is slowly catching up on me. Sigh! My belief in “You Only Love Once” is not suiting me fine right now. So I’ll try to be a good girl for a while and chomp rabbit food, and faithfully drink prescription medicines that were initially designed for elder people. I will beat you uric acid and cholesterol!

Letting Them Grow

I feel a tugging of the strings that bound my kids to their Dad and I, especially with my firstborn. At third grade, event after event test my resolve as I balance between taking care of her and allowing her independence. Field trips far from our comfort zone especially do this to me. Letting her go in the “big city”, with all the good and bad elements, is enough to keep me on the edge until such time the bus docks safely back in school. Arming her with a cellphone and enough wits, trusting her teachers, and praying my heart out, I managed to survive the day sane and sound.

This must be how my mother feels every time I board a plane, even now as I near the fourth decade of my life.

And tale as old as time, Mischa and Maxine will always be babies in my heart. I will always maybe try to hold on as tight as I can even though the waves would eventually take them away from my side.