The Life of Sophia Ysabel

Last stop, Singapore! > random hawker stall near our accommodation          I wasn't certain on what magical substance was blended into the rich, spicy flavours of laksa, but whatever it was, it always made me wanting more. I used to be the pickiest eater to ever grace the earth, but it seemed that as I grew older, my stubborness for food had mellowed down, and opened up to new doors for other cuisines for me to savour.      Now being 12, I wasn't as picky as I was before. And laksa, being turned down every time I was served the dish when I was a toddler, was now one out of many personal favourites.      The dish I had selected of the day - without even batting an eye - was Yong Tau Foo Laksa. Yong Tau Foo and Laksa were just two separate Singaporean dishes, before the birth of Yong Tau Foo Laksa took place and had changed my tastebuds forever . Yong Tau Foo was a childhood favourite, always being highly requested from me, asking...

Last stop, Singapore! > lyf Bugis Singapore      Despite being a pure Filipina, I still considered Singapore as my second home, growing up there. I guess you could even say that Ninang and Mum, who planned out this entire thing miraculously, saved the two countries I call home to be the last of this journey.     And this was our last destination; Singapore!     The glorious days of my childhood when I would get waffles after going to the waterpark, and gnawing on hotdogs from Old Chang Kee's flashes back into my mind. Nostalgia. Here I was, standing at the streets I used to walk by, and being dragged down by a bag full of books from Bugis library.     "AHH I MISSED THIS PLACE SO MUCH!!!" I squirmed, giddy.     All there was to do was just get all the rest we needed and prepare for what awaited us tomorrow. Typical city life in Singapore          The night life in Singapore was worth all the thrill. People...

The most literal a family reunion can get in this blog >         M y feelings were muddled into a perplexing state of curiosity, eagerness, and intimidation  when Tito Rain kindly invited us into his home. But the heart of all my emotions really was eagerness.      Because this time, we were really getting the band back together.      group photo with people from left to right > Tito Rain, Tito Ryan, Ninang, Mum, me, Mamu, Tito Nhey     One fact about Tito Rain that I always find intriguing, his fridge is (not exaggerating, wish I was though) filled to the BRIM with an eye-opening assortment of chocolates and truffles from Switzerland after his time there. Chocolate from there in my opinion would have made one of the best edible souvenirs you could bring home.       He offered a single piece of premium wrapped chocolate from Switzerland, and as he places lightly onto my palm, I treat it as if it's...