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          Kaulayaw  is a Tagalog word for "close companion". And, as a coffee drinker, coffee is always my  "kaulayaw"  when doing something or just thinking of anything.      But do you know that there is actually a coffee shop named  "Kaulayaw Cafe"?  I only have known it through my sister. It is shown on her vlog/youtube channel. You can watch it here :      The Kaulayaw Cafe is located along Sumulong Highway in Antipolo City.   It has a very nice interior resonant with the kind of cafes or restaurants you can find in Tagaytay or in Baguio. The third floor has an open-air dining area where guests could feel the unruffled waft and they could also immerse in the green scenery of Rizal Province as well as the skyline of Metro Manila.      The Cafe serves coffee made of coffee beans from Mountain Province such as in Sagada and Benguet and they also have their own blend the “ Kaulayaw ”. Coffee pouches and other coffee accessories are also available f

(Daughter's POV #3)             I have been very fond of Greek gods & goddesses, myths, stories, etc. ever since I was introduced to it. So to find ‘The Song of Achilles’ delighted the “fan” in me. When I first saw the title, I thought it would only be how Achilles proved how he was the best. It was kind of true, but it also gave me, the reader, more. So when the book arrived, I immediately flipped off the first page introducing me to a new world that would make me question, cry, and reach out to a love I found in the book.   Patroclus’ life was what the book showed first. He was Achilles’ “ philtatos” as what Achilles answered when asked who Patroclus was. His life as a young boy seeking for his father’s validation really got me. He thought of himself as less than average, and it hurt me that someone so young could really think like that of himself. He was a prince too. Just how bad it is to be put in a situation where you have to be “man” so young just to prove yourself worth

  (Daughter's POV #2)       I was around 10-12 when I loved reading novels and fiction. There’s this joy I feel whenever my mother would let me buy a book that I took interest in. Going to malls meant I could go to the bookstore, and stare at countless book spines and covers. I romanticized my life at the time. Imagining I’m in the universe the book took place in. As if I’m a minor character in the story or just someone who helps the main characters get to their senses. But now I am turning 18. I moved past that. All those books I bought, the feeling of contentment and accomplishment whenever I finish reading a 300 paged book were now forgotten. My priorities changed, and maybe reading stayed there in the depths of the list. And I wanted to feel everything I felt back then again. I wanted to be that 12-year-old girl who never had anything to care for but her own space and books. And I came across The Alchemist. Maybe I was kidding myself. It had been years since I had the urge to r

  (Daughter's POV #1)  A short review (kind of) on the Korean thriller series: Happiness.   Aka, me, ranting about how I loved the show. Totally not because of Park Hyung-sik.  [ No spoilers! Trigger warning! ] One thing to point out about me is that I’m a sucker for thriller shows from Korea especially if it involves zombies. It’s so interesting to see the characters develop into something more in-depth and how said characters could survive such catastrophic and traumatic events. I mean, just imagine laying down on your couch, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok or Twitter, then suddenly you hear a “bang” in your door, screams outside, and a surge of undead humans run after familiar faces. Right. I probably would survive a week or two if I lock my doors, have enough food, and there’s still power (if there isn’t, I’m doomed for sure.) I’ve actually been thinking about these kinds of scenarios, I even dream about them. And of course, Korean shows will be there to deliver.  When