2/7/2026 at 10:26 p.m.

My little sister, who's here for the weekend, is still raving about the K-pop group BTS late into the night.

I couldn't keep up and couldn't even identify their names, but I kept listening to her stories about them.

Hi, Sabado!

My sister is here for her birthday weekend. That's her hand in the photo. 

I prepared puff pastries filled with scrambled eggs and sausages this morning. Jay made our café latte.

We are going to paint the town red today. We will be spending money. 

Actually, we are hitting all of the thrift stores in town.

Hopefully, we will be able to find good stuff in the wild today. 

I baked 8 puff pastries and we inhaled all of them. We need the sustenance to whip the day up!

P.S. I couldn't find my pastry brush and couldn't find any substitute to brush the egg wash with on top, and that was why my pastries looked pale. 

Papa Don't Preach

On our way to pick up my sister from her apartment a few towns away, this song came on. 

When Madonna's song Papa Don't Preach hit the airwaves in the Philippines in the mid-1980s, I was just 14 years old.

The melody was catchy, and it was easy to sing along with.

However, in school, we were strictly barred from singing it and admiring the performer.

The nuns (who ran the school) saw the artist as an anti-Christ, which was bad news for us (the youth).

I continued singing the song. I enjoy singing Like A Prayer and La Isla Bonita too.

Fast forward nearly 40 years, and performing those songs had nothing to do with me or what I am today. I still sing Madonna songs as if I had stayed a virgin.

Hehehehe.

Just kidding. 

I love Madonna's La Isla Bonita. Our neighbors in the Philippines were aware of this because it was part of my repertoire. I'd sing it on weekends while lying in bed with our jalousie windows open.