Conti's Mango Bravo: a cake to die for

Last friday my cool manager approached me if I want a cake for meryenda, since cakes is one of my weakness who am I to say no diba? Hehe. We decided to try Conti's bestselling cake, the "Mango Bravo". Since its our first time to try their cakes we bought their mini size and you know what? We regretted it. Its BITIN.😁 Accdg to their staff, mini size is good for 6-8persons. Kaya yun ang binili namin. Tsk. Don't get me wrong about the sizes of their cakes, their mini size is big enough for a family to share. Maybe that time we are just hungry kaya bitin siya. Hehe.

The Look

If you are a cream lover, I promise you'll gonna drool over this cake. The cake was filled of whipped cream I think? *whippedcream lover over here 🙋 with chocolate that overflow on the side and mango bits on the top. Can you imagine it now how does it look? Ready for the taste?

The Taste

After drooling on the looks of this piece of heaven, time to eaaatttttt! In dividing the cake we find it hard to cut it since its too tall that it might fall and ruin the cake presentation *piece of advise be careful in cutting the cake. :) Their mini size is not like the other cake we always bought in Goldilocks or Red Ribbon. Inside of this cake, there is mango bits, crushed wafer but as per my colleague "parang sylvanas" and chocolate mousse. And wow, so yummmmy! Sobraaang saraaaap! Its not too sweet not too bland. Even the oldies can eat it. 

About their prices, its kinda expensive compare to other but hey every penny is worth it. 

Prices

Per slice: 155php

Mini size: 665php

Regular size: 1195

This mango bravo cake is to die for. Will buy again to share it with the fambam. You must try it also! :)

ciao, 

To my one that got away

To you Mr:

I remembered the first time we met.

The first time I laid my eyes on you.

The first time you smiled at me.

The first time you suprised me with 3 dozens of flowers. 

The first time we talked.

The first time you texted me.

The first time we talked over the phone. 

The first time you fetch me at home.

The first time we went to class together. 

The first time you asked me on a date.

The first time you cooked for me.

The first time you met my whole clan.

The first time you held my hand.

The first time you kissed my knuckles.

The first time we laughed out loud.

The first time we stared at each other. 

The first time we watched a movie.

The first time you kissed me on the forehead. 

The first time you kissed me on my cheeks.

The first time you tell me that you're falling inlove with me. 

The first time you hugged me. 

The first time you confessed that you love me. 

The first time we kissed under the moonlight. 

The first time you'd been acting weird.

The first time you lied to me.

The first time you wrecked my heart.

The first time you deserted me.

The first time you chose her over me.

And now you're married to her.
At first, I can't believe that you chose to settle down with her. I even asked myself what's with her that I don't have. Honestly, I envy her coz she has you. She can hug and kiss you everytime she wants. She's the one who will grow old with you. Its been three months since you got married, yes freaking three months! I thought I already moved on and accept the fact that you're gone, that you're not coming back.  But I'm wrong. I tried.. so hard.. :( But look, I keep on crawling back to you. My heart still wants you. There is a part of me that still waiting for you, hoping that one day you'll just knock on my door and tell me hey I'm back! I am lying if I'll say that I don't love you anymore coz hell no!  I still love you unfortunately. I know its stupid and pathetic to stay inlove with you after all you'd done to me. Hello?! You just left and acted like we never existed. But ofcourse my heart is so stubborn and its still choose you. How can I unlove you? If my heart still beating for you. How I wish there is a unlove button inside my heart so that it'll stop beating. So that I'm not hurting and can peacefully sleep at night without dreaming of you. They said that in every life there is someone out there who is your biggest what ifs? The one who got away? But in another life you'll be given a second chance to make it right. Is it you? My one? Is this your purpose why you came into my life? Can we make it in our next life? Do we still have a second chance there? If that's the case maybe in another life, I can make you stay. So when that time comes, you won't be  my one that got away. 

See you in another life, 

Miss kat

photo taken at Patapat Viaduct 

You're not a "Plan B" kind of Girl

First of all, this is not mine. I saw this blog and can't help my self from grabbing the copy after reading it.  I just want to share this to all girls especially to those who are single, to those who are  hopeless romantic and to those who are patiently waiting for their Mr Right. 

When I read this blog, I'd come to realize that I am more than just an option. That there is someone out there who'll make you number one in their priority list. The one who'll not call off your date on a late notice (grrr) unless the reason is super valid. Yes super talaga. Haha! The one who is eager to see you etc and etc. Haha! Enough for the drama kat! Haha! So here what I have read 📖 but before that SHOUTOUT 📢 to the owner of this article,👉 Ms Ashlin Horne. Woohoo! A BIG round of applause for your awesome blog 👏👏👏 Thank you and I hope you don't mind if I repost it 😅😁

You deserve better than someone who is afraid to commit to you. It may seem like enough for now. You’re just taking things slow. Oh, how I know those little phrases of “one day” and “we just need time.“

You believe them.
And I’ve believed them.

But you’re not a plan B kind of girl.

You need to know that you’re not the invisible one standing in the back who gets chosen last.

You’re the girl who the team captain will be frantically hoping doesn’t get picked by someone else before he gets a turn. You’re a first-pick kind of girl. And no one worth having sits back and lets those girls wait around.

‘Cause every good man knows that the good ones get gone fast.

He should be jumping out of his skin in anticipation to call out your name and say “I pick you.”

“But he’s scared” “…and I’ve got commitment issues” “…and we don’t like labels.”

And.  And.  And.

Like a fool, I’ve stood there picking at the fabric of my sweater and spinning excuses. I’ve heard them all. I’ve used them all. “He’s been hurt.” “He’s busy.” “He’s in school.” “He doesn’t have a good car.” “He has Momma issues.” “His Dad left.” “His Great Aunt’s second cousin’s puppy just died.”

You’re not the kind of girl who needs to make excuses for him.

Good girls don’t have to finish last.

Honey, you must be at the wrong game and with the wrong players. Because you’re not a substitute, average, or second string.

You’re a catch. You are beautiful and funny and fabulous. Rooms light up when you walk in. Heads turn when you giggle and the earth itself adores the kiss of your feet.

You are worthy to be chosen, pursued, adored, loved, respected and informed. This whole “Do we really have to define this thing?” is almost always a delicate way of asking “Will you fill this lonely spot until I decide nothing better is coming along?”

Stop being afraid that you are not worthy enough to be claimed. Stop thinking “I’ll take what I can get. Maybe I will be enough for him one day. Maybe he will be enough for me.”

Don’t even consider the lie that says; “I can’t set my standards too high, because if I do, I might end up alone.”

Better to be alone than taken for granted. Better to be alone than to be a placeholder.

The one that loves you isn’t afraid to say it. If he loves you, he won’t even blink because the idea of giving another man the chance to swoop in is just unacceptable.

He’ll fight and use labels or poems or the Goodyear blimp to show you that you’re just the right fit for that open place in his heart. That no other piece will do.

You should be nobody’s second choice. And if you are, then they are just that; NOBODY.

He’ll lose his pride to tell you that you make him nervous and he’ll spend his heart to find what makes you laugh. He’ll tell you that you’re worth words and flowers and promises.

And you’ll believe him, because you’ll see it in the way he watches you walk across a room. You won’t have to question it by analyzing a text message or deciphering the tone of an e-mail. Because he’ll drive over on a Tuesday to bring you coffee and you’ll see it in his face and hear it in the way he asks about your day.

Your answer will lie in the memories of nervous beginnings and awkward introductions. You’ll know because the questions didn’t take long to fade. Because he said what he meantand meant what he said. And even when he messed up; he made up.

You’re not his back pocket plan, fill-in girl, or multiple choice answer. You are fierce and a force to be reckoned with and the kind of girl whose beauty calls for hand-written notes, words like “wow” and car rides to the ocean. 

Take nothing else and be nothing less.

Be the kind of girl who deserves him and treats him with kindness. Who laughs at his jokes and thanks him when he opens your door. Leave the head games behind you. Encourage him and wear the kinds of dresses that make him respect you. Be the kind of girl who gasps at his surprises and hugs him for his compliments. Be worthy of the kind of man that you deserve and & the man that he was born to be.

Stop waiting for the guy who isn’t sure you’re enough and respect yourself enough to wait for the one that knows you are.