Day 245: Mixed Ravioli

Met some friends for breakfast at Bizu.  This is my mixed ravioli.  Rewarded myself a little after working out three days out of the entire week.  Maybe all that delayed gratification/marshmallow test does amount to something.

Playing: Shimmy Shimmy Quarter Turn (Hellogoodbye)

Day 134: Pasta

Carbonara at Kitchen of Cakes and Coffee on Tomas Morato.  I love this quaint little restaurant.  They have really good cakes and coffee.

This was my last solid meal before I got my braces.  Yep.  I got braces now.  If you're surprised, then we're on the same boat.  I went to visit my dentist to give her the x-rays and to have my fitting.  She managed to do everything in one go.  You see, I'm afraid of dentists.  She was the only dentist I felt comfortable with in a long time, and I have this history of taking longer than she expects me to get back.  So, when I suggested we do this some other day in the calendar, she said no.  And I don't really blame her.  She only sent me out for lunch.  Hence, the photo above.

It's a bit disorienting, having braces. I feel like I have to check if my teeth are still there every five minutes, because it feels like the brackets are pulling them out.  Bleh.  At least, I still get to eat ice cream, though.

Only Hope (Switchfoot) was playing while my dentist worked on my braces, and I couldn't get it out of my head.  So much so that I wanted to watch A Walk to Remember again.

Day 42: Banappled

Doesn't it look yum?  I promise you, it tastes even better.  I have always wanted to try Banapple at Ayala Triangle after hearing rave reviews about it.  I just never found the time.  After a long week of love-hate relationship with the printer, though, I figured I deserve a break.  My colleagues were playing ball at a court nearby, so I decided to drop by en route to wherever my taste bud fancied.  Turns out, Banapple was the only place open at 9am.  Well, there's BFast and Momo, but they didn't have the same appeal.

I got myself penne and my friend got the lasagna roll-ups.  They were both heavenly.  The servings, too, were man-sized.  I was already full halfway through my penne bowl, and I haven't even started with that cake yet.  However, glutton that I am, I couldn't possibly pass up the pretty slice of fruity goodness.  It was so good, it was sinful.  But it certainly felt like the right kind of wrong.