Kitchen Disaster
Lagot ako.
I have just come out of our kitchen and I get this feeling that my family's not going to enjoy our dinner tonight. Because I did the cooking, it was a total fiasco again.
First, the vegetable dish that I cooked tastes bitter and salty at the same time; and the green leafy vegetable that was supposed to look fresh when served now looked so wilted.
Second, the boneless bangus turned out durog and too oily! Poor fish! Served in a platter, the bangus looks more like a lechon flesh according to my brother. But as for my dad, it looks more like SCRAMBLED EGGS. The crispy fish skin, which is my sister's favorite, would not separate itself from the pan, so when I was trying to take the fish out, it literally undressed before my eyes! Nag-bold yung isda sa kawali!
And to add to these terrible dishes is my ruined version of Tocino. As usual, I burned it. What I hoped would save my face form further embarassment instead became the finale to my unearthly cuisine. The smell of burning carbon filled the kitchen and when I checked the covered pan, I saw black pieces of meat instead of red! Fortunately though, I was fast enough to turn off the stove, and was able to save some pieces of the Tocino.
Lagot talaga ako.
Anyhow, babawi na lang ako sa after-dinner meal. I prepared home-made pizza, and I assume that it would be EDIBLE this time around.
You Are Never Safe Anywhere
There has been a series of burglaries and sungkitans in our village during the past few days which keeps me from sleeping soundly at night.
Just recently, the third-floor occupants in our building were robbed of their audio-visual showcase. Our neighbors living in the building adjacent to ours were robbed of stereos inside their cars.
And just this morning, my friend Dianne was robbed a great deal! The thieves broke into their house 1:30 in the morning and took with them their cellphones, electric guitar and amplifier, and wallet containing her parents' ATM cards, her UP Form 5A where 2 subjects were already enlisted and her UP ID! You bet she really went crazy about the Form 5A and ID, for those two are what UP students call their "precious".
Well the thing is, I find it really impossible how thieves still managed to enter our village when we are already surrounded by soldiers and military police. Given that this is already a military camp, why would anyone still dare to enter such a secured place?
Is the security system insufficient?
Or, are the people inside involved in the felony?
Could be.
Either way, action needs to be done...before it happens to us.
Extra Nonsense Talk
I was checking the calendar this afternoon and I noticed that in a few days, I'll be going back to school again. Oh no. I'm not yet ready. But I am excited to dissect a cat.
Wala lang.
Lagot ako.
I have just come out of our kitchen and I get this feeling that my family's not going to enjoy our dinner tonight. Because I did the cooking, it was a total fiasco again.
First, the vegetable dish that I cooked tastes bitter and salty at the same time; and the green leafy vegetable that was supposed to look fresh when served now looked so wilted.
Second, the boneless bangus turned out durog and too oily! Poor fish! Served in a platter, the bangus looks more like a lechon flesh according to my brother. But as for my dad, it looks more like SCRAMBLED EGGS. The crispy fish skin, which is my sister's favorite, would not separate itself from the pan, so when I was trying to take the fish out, it literally undressed before my eyes! Nag-bold yung isda sa kawali!
And to add to these terrible dishes is my ruined version of Tocino. As usual, I burned it. What I hoped would save my face form further embarassment instead became the finale to my unearthly cuisine. The smell of burning carbon filled the kitchen and when I checked the covered pan, I saw black pieces of meat instead of red! Fortunately though, I was fast enough to turn off the stove, and was able to save some pieces of the Tocino.
Lagot talaga ako.
Anyhow, babawi na lang ako sa after-dinner meal. I prepared home-made pizza, and I assume that it would be EDIBLE this time around.
You Are Never Safe Anywhere
There has been a series of burglaries and sungkitans in our village during the past few days which keeps me from sleeping soundly at night.
Just recently, the third-floor occupants in our building were robbed of their audio-visual showcase. Our neighbors living in the building adjacent to ours were robbed of stereos inside their cars.
And just this morning, my friend Dianne was robbed a great deal! The thieves broke into their house 1:30 in the morning and took with them their cellphones, electric guitar and amplifier, and wallet containing her parents' ATM cards, her UP Form 5A where 2 subjects were already enlisted and her UP ID! You bet she really went crazy about the Form 5A and ID, for those two are what UP students call their "precious".
Well the thing is, I find it really impossible how thieves still managed to enter our village when we are already surrounded by soldiers and military police. Given that this is already a military camp, why would anyone still dare to enter such a secured place?
Is the security system insufficient?
Or, are the people inside involved in the felony?
Could be.
Either way, action needs to be done...before it happens to us.
Extra Nonsense Talk
I was checking the calendar this afternoon and I noticed that in a few days, I'll be going back to school again. Oh no. I'm not yet ready. But I am excited to dissect a cat.
Wala lang.
Buhay Mayaman
Ang sarap palang maging mayaman kahit isang araw no? Walang problemang iniisip, aatupagin mo lang ang pagre-relax, pagpapaganda, pagkain, pagtawa, basta, mga bagay na hindi kelangan ng masyadong effort.
Kahapon kasi, nasa Rockwell na naman kami. Siyempre, tulad ng dati, nandun kami para lumangoy ng lumangoy. Grabe. Pakiramdam ko nga sobrang maskulado na ko. Hay. Ang laki na ng braso ko. Pwede na kong maging Amazona. Pero hindi iyon ang kuwento ko.
Ayun nga, nasa mala-hotel na Rockwell kami. Aba...ang mga tao dun, walang ibang ginagawa kundi mag-sun-bathing, umupo, kumain, mag-swimming, mag-gym, bonding sa barkada, at mag-spa. Puro sarap ng buhay.
Nakaka-inggit diba? Hehe. At dahil nandun na rin naman kami, at LIBRE pa, sinubukan rin namin ang gumamit ng sauna. Jologs mang pakinggan, pero kahapon lang talaga ako nakapasok sa mala-oven na kuwarto ng sauna. Siyempre, dahil first time ko, namangha ako ng husto. Jologs talaga. Pero di bale, nawalan naman ako ng 3 lbs. dahil pinagpawisan ako sa init.
Paglabas ng women's spa, dumerecho naman kami sa gym, pero hindi para maglaro. Wala lang. Naghahanap lang ng alam-mo-na. Pero laking gulat ko na may mga bintana pala yung ilalim ng pool na pinag-lalanguyan namin. Ibig sabihin, nakikita ng mga nag-g-gym yung mga stunts namin sa ilalim ng tubig! Astig! Parang aquarium!
Teka, wala na yatang patutunguhan ang entry na 'to. Magpa-plug na lang ako ng show:
Ang sarap palang maging mayaman kahit isang araw no? Walang problemang iniisip, aatupagin mo lang ang pagre-relax, pagpapaganda, pagkain, pagtawa, basta, mga bagay na hindi kelangan ng masyadong effort.
Kahapon kasi, nasa Rockwell na naman kami. Siyempre, tulad ng dati, nandun kami para lumangoy ng lumangoy. Grabe. Pakiramdam ko nga sobrang maskulado na ko. Hay. Ang laki na ng braso ko. Pwede na kong maging Amazona. Pero hindi iyon ang kuwento ko.
Ayun nga, nasa mala-hotel na Rockwell kami. Aba...ang mga tao dun, walang ibang ginagawa kundi mag-sun-bathing, umupo, kumain, mag-swimming, mag-gym, bonding sa barkada, at mag-spa. Puro sarap ng buhay.
Nakaka-inggit diba? Hehe. At dahil nandun na rin naman kami, at LIBRE pa, sinubukan rin namin ang gumamit ng sauna. Jologs mang pakinggan, pero kahapon lang talaga ako nakapasok sa mala-oven na kuwarto ng sauna. Siyempre, dahil first time ko, namangha ako ng husto. Jologs talaga. Pero di bale, nawalan naman ako ng 3 lbs. dahil pinagpawisan ako sa init.
Paglabas ng women's spa, dumerecho naman kami sa gym, pero hindi para maglaro. Wala lang. Naghahanap lang ng alam-mo-na. Pero laking gulat ko na may mga bintana pala yung ilalim ng pool na pinag-lalanguyan namin. Ibig sabihin, nakikita ng mga nag-g-gym yung mga stunts namin sa ilalim ng tubig! Astig! Parang aquarium!
Teka, wala na yatang patutunguhan ang entry na 'to. Magpa-plug na lang ako ng show:
VIERA TV launching by Panasonic
October 27
time: di ko sigurado
Rockwell
Special Performance:
Synchronized Swimming Team (kami yon!)
PS: I will just be posting pictures for you to see after Wednesday.
Text Mo, Sagot Ko
My mom's involvment in her weekly radio show has been bringing us a lot of laughter. Since she started announcing to the public her cellphone number, people have been texting her and calling her for pieces of advice -- sometimes beyond her expertise!
You see, my mom's a psychologist, which means she's counseling people and helping them with their intra and interpersonal relationships. Which also means, she talks about family life, parenting, leadership, stress management, and EQ, among others. Therefore, other matters apart from those are not her field.
Take these examples:
1) From a certain "Fil of Makati": "Ma'am, paano po ba ginagawa ang Virgin Coco Oil? Tinatakpan po ba o hindi? Please reply."
Ahem..ahem..my mom knows nothing about concoctions. She's not an herbal sage or some sort!
2) From a certain "Ed of Pampanga": "Ma'am, naka-witness po ako ng patayan dito, ano po ang gagawin ko?"
Common sense tells me to call the police! Why waste your credits on calling a psychologist who is miles away? Whew.
Sometimes, I tell myself, because of the convenience of text messaging, people have stopped thinking for themselves. They rely on others too easily that they forget that they have minds of their own. Sad to say, but really, some people are becoming dumb because of technology.
Hello people, let's wake up! God gave us minds, so use it. Don't let it rust in your head. Take it from someone who knows. =)
My mom's involvment in her weekly radio show has been bringing us a lot of laughter. Since she started announcing to the public her cellphone number, people have been texting her and calling her for pieces of advice -- sometimes beyond her expertise!
You see, my mom's a psychologist, which means she's counseling people and helping them with their intra and interpersonal relationships. Which also means, she talks about family life, parenting, leadership, stress management, and EQ, among others. Therefore, other matters apart from those are not her field.
Take these examples:
1) From a certain "Fil of Makati": "Ma'am, paano po ba ginagawa ang Virgin Coco Oil? Tinatakpan po ba o hindi? Please reply."
Ahem..ahem..my mom knows nothing about concoctions. She's not an herbal sage or some sort!
2) From a certain "Ed of Pampanga": "Ma'am, naka-witness po ako ng patayan dito, ano po ang gagawin ko?"
Common sense tells me to call the police! Why waste your credits on calling a psychologist who is miles away? Whew.
Sometimes, I tell myself, because of the convenience of text messaging, people have stopped thinking for themselves. They rely on others too easily that they forget that they have minds of their own. Sad to say, but really, some people are becoming dumb because of technology.
Hello people, let's wake up! God gave us minds, so use it. Don't let it rust in your head. Take it from someone who knows. =)
Will Anyone Still Care To Read?
Finally after three months and a couple o' days, I found time to open my blogger account. It's a strange feeling I've got here, feels like I'm a newbie trying to familiarize with blogger. It even took me a few tries to get my password correctly! Stress.
Now I wonder if my past blog readers are still keeping track of my rubbish notes. The stat counter doesn't help me either. It has NOT increased dramatically in figures! Could it mean that people have abandoned my poor site? Oh my. This should not be happening.
I am therefore planning to do a blog make-over. But knowing my limitted skills on html tags and disorganized design ideas, I don't think I'll ever even move forward. Erase the plan.
What I need to do, well, atleast what I could do, is to just begin posting more entries and start visiting the others' as well so that they could return the visit! I'll let them know that I've come back, and am still alive!
Supermodels Galore
I've never felt so midget in my entire life as today! Here's the story.
This afternoon, my sister and I went to the Rockwell Sports Center to train for our October 27 performance. I was wearing the usual shirt and denim outfit, plus an orange rubber tsinelas, to make my life easier in preparing to dive into the pool. Little did I know that the sports center I had in mind was far more elegant in reality! People getting off their cars and going into the lobby were all donned in formal outfits, as if it were an Awards Night or a Courtesy Call with some high-ranking official. My sister and I kept asking ourselves, "Are we in the right place"? Yes, we were.
Later on inside, we were further amused. It was not like the other sports clubs that I've been in. Rockwell's was more like a five-star hotel, or even better. So as my sister and I went down the plight of stairs, we were suddenly trapped in a crowd of tall (double my height), and beautiful people. They were all putting on make-up and were getting ready for a rehearsal. My! Even the guys looked all so handsome!
However, despite my musings, I suddenly felt like shrinking. For as we descended the stairs and walked through the crowd, heads started to turn our way...one by one. Their eyes, oh! They scanned us from head to foot. I saw a handsome man doing the eye language and it turned me off! Maybe he thought we were lost? Or that he has never seen anyone so inappropriately dressed-up! I tell you, those few seconds of shall I say "dog walk" instead of "catwalk" was the most "I-wish-I-were-invisible-moment" for me.
The story doesn't end with the moment I got to meet my teammates and our coach. For tomorrow, we shall be going there AGAIN. Only this time, I am armed with a powerful weapon: once somebody does the same thing, I shall lift my head really HIGH, raise my brows, and strut my butt in an intimidating way. Hehe. Evil plan.
Finally after three months and a couple o' days, I found time to open my blogger account. It's a strange feeling I've got here, feels like I'm a newbie trying to familiarize with blogger. It even took me a few tries to get my password correctly! Stress.
Now I wonder if my past blog readers are still keeping track of my rubbish notes. The stat counter doesn't help me either. It has NOT increased dramatically in figures! Could it mean that people have abandoned my poor site? Oh my. This should not be happening.
I am therefore planning to do a blog make-over. But knowing my limitted skills on html tags and disorganized design ideas, I don't think I'll ever even move forward. Erase the plan.
What I need to do, well, atleast what I could do, is to just begin posting more entries and start visiting the others' as well so that they could return the visit! I'll let them know that I've come back, and am still alive!
Supermodels Galore
I've never felt so midget in my entire life as today! Here's the story.
This afternoon, my sister and I went to the Rockwell Sports Center to train for our October 27 performance. I was wearing the usual shirt and denim outfit, plus an orange rubber tsinelas, to make my life easier in preparing to dive into the pool. Little did I know that the sports center I had in mind was far more elegant in reality! People getting off their cars and going into the lobby were all donned in formal outfits, as if it were an Awards Night or a Courtesy Call with some high-ranking official. My sister and I kept asking ourselves, "Are we in the right place"? Yes, we were.
Later on inside, we were further amused. It was not like the other sports clubs that I've been in. Rockwell's was more like a five-star hotel, or even better. So as my sister and I went down the plight of stairs, we were suddenly trapped in a crowd of tall (double my height), and beautiful people. They were all putting on make-up and were getting ready for a rehearsal. My! Even the guys looked all so handsome!
However, despite my musings, I suddenly felt like shrinking. For as we descended the stairs and walked through the crowd, heads started to turn our way...one by one. Their eyes, oh! They scanned us from head to foot. I saw a handsome man doing the eye language and it turned me off! Maybe he thought we were lost? Or that he has never seen anyone so inappropriately dressed-up! I tell you, those few seconds of shall I say "dog walk" instead of "catwalk" was the most "I-wish-I-were-invisible-moment" for me.
The story doesn't end with the moment I got to meet my teammates and our coach. For tomorrow, we shall be going there AGAIN. Only this time, I am armed with a powerful weapon: once somebody does the same thing, I shall lift my head really HIGH, raise my brows, and strut my butt in an intimidating way. Hehe. Evil plan.
