DIY Wednesday -My version of the Carrie bag

So I was watching The Carrie Diaries (it’s a prequel to Sex and the City) and I was inspired to make my own version of the Carrie bag.

You need:

An old bag, preferably a black bag



Nail polish (any color but bright colors are encouraged)


Just splatter the nail polish on the bag. In the show Carrie signed her name but I decided to make a heart instead. I also allowed myself some artistic freedom on my Carrie bag.

Voila my very own Carrie bag!


Try it now!

Here is what the original Carrie bag looks like:


Foodie Tuesday – Going local with Kamote (Sweet Potato) Fries

One cloudy afternoon I went to my nephew’s school to fetch him. I was a bit early so I decided to sit around and watch all the kids going by. I saw this one kid eating something that looked like french fries. But at a closer view it was covered in what seemed like caramel. That was when I realized that it was the Kamote (Sweet Potato) Fries sold at the canteen.

Unluckily for me, they were all out when I decided to buy some while waiting. So I decided to make my own version. Here is my version:


Kamote (Sweet Potato)


Brown Sugar


1) Peel sweet potatoes and cut into strips.


2) Deep fry sweet potatoes for 2-3 minutes or until golden.


3) Dry fried sweet potatoes on a paper towel.


4) Roll on to brown sugar.


5) Fry again until sugar caramelizes. (TIP: Add additional sugar in the oil to ensure a good coat of caramelized sugar.)

And now we have our very own Kamote (Sweet Potato) Fries! I’m hooked (too bad I’m on a diet)! Try it now!



(Sorry for the blurry pic! I didn’t realize it was blurry up until I published this post. It was too late to retake the pic, the fries were long gone! Hehe

DIY Wednesday – Oversized clutch to wristlet

I’ve had this bag since last year. Bought it from eBay for less than 100 pesos. I thought it was a small clutch I could use for a makeup bag. But alas it was too big. And I hate bigger bags without straps.

So here’s the bag.


I couldn’t find a chain to use. So I saw this old headband where the garters were already stretched out.


I cut off the garters and voila now I have a chain.


I attached the chain to one side of the bag by sewing. Tada! I now have a new wristlet!


What do you think? Comments are appreciated!

Mac & Cheese Tuesday

I’ve been craving Mac & Cheese for a while now and instead of looking for a place to buy some I decided to explore the kitchen and actually make some. Welcome to my first (documented) cooking session!

I was running low on groceries so I improvised and used leftover Queso de Bola! So this is like a “how to use leftovers” and “no bake” kind of recipe. Two in one! BAM!


1 200g Elbow Macaroni


 1 small can Evaporated Milk (or any kind of milk)


 Quick Melting Cheese (substitute for Cheddar cheese)


Queso de Bola (substitute for Parmesan cheese)




Black pepper



1. Cook elbow macaroni based on package directions (no picture since I was afraid that my pasta would stick to the pan if I left it to get my camera.)

2. Grate some cheese (Quickmelt and Queso de Bola)


3. Pour milk in a bowl


4. Mix 1/2 tablespoon of flour to the milk.


5. Cook milk and flour mixture in a sauce pan for 2-3 minutes. Add cheeses. (Don’t let this burn!)

P.S. Don’t forget to add a dash of pepper. I actually forgot to do this step. Hehe. But it still tasted good to me. I also added some diced leftover luncheon meat from breakfast.

6. Place cooked macaroni in sauce pan and mix.

Voila! It is done. Bon appétit!


Original Recipe found here.

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The F Word

(Warning: Title copied from The Plump Pinay post The F Word I read last week!)

I’ve been reading The Plump Pinay for almost a year now and their posts always inspire me. They taught me to love myself and to net let my weight define me. Here is my story:

I’ve always hated how I looked and I obsess about my weight constantly. I always thought that fat equals ugly. And I hated myself when I gained weight. I starved myself, took Xenical, and took the Bangkok pink slimming pills. I didn’t like exercising because I was so self conscious and I didn’t want people to talk about me. I was never comfortable in my own skin and I was always self conscious. I wouldn’t wear sleeveless clothes because I was afraid my arms would be too big. I believed that I would never get a boyfriend while I was chubby. It hurt so much to think that no one was attracted to me. This thoughts were cemented by the fact that I never had a boyfriend while I was in college but had some admirers while I was in high school (when I was still skinny). I was so insecure. I still am sometimes but I’m learning to deal with it. I’m still struggling now but I’m learning to accept myself more and more each day.

You see, I grew up as a skinny kid but my parents were afraid that I was malnourished so I took vitamins and drank Sustagen every day. At 9 years old I grew but I also became chubby and that’s when the teasing started. As the youngest of 4 children I was the baby but also the most bullied and teased. I would cry easily and this amused my siblings especially my brother. He would call me baboy (tagalog word for pig). I didn’t suffer any bullying form my classmates maybe because I wasn’t the chubbiest or because I was top of our class. It turned out that those were just my growing up years. I grew into my body. My arms and legs were skinny but I always had that tummy and my baby fat. High school was fine for me. I wasn’t the skinniest but I wasn’t fat either. I hated my baby fat but I was always told that I would grow out of it. I should wait after I turn 18 to be conscious about my weight. I went to college and that’s when it started. The dreaded Freshman 15. I was home sick and sad. All my close friends went to different universities. I would eat a pint of ice cream all on my own since we didn’t have a refrigerator in the dorm. When I didn’t like the food provided by the dorm Jollibee and Mcdonalds were my best friends. Exam weeks were spent studying  in 24 hour fast food chains with lots of junk food. And so I gained weight slowly. My breaking point was when I was asked if I was pregnant while checking in at the airport. I know it’s standard procedure but was I chubby enough to even be considered as pregnant? I’m done with college now. And I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do with my life.One thing is for sure, I will love myself wholeheartedly no matter what size I am.

Thank you Danah and Stacy of The Plump Pinay for inspiring me and other women.

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