The Kitchen and I

Cooking is something that I really want to try and be good at. But no matter how I try, I still can't make a simple dish without making a big boo-boo inside the kitchen. I love to cook but I guess the kitchen doesn't love me.

COOKING + ME = ARMAGEDDON

If I were to explain it through an equation, that would be very correct. After graduation, I had lots of time to spare, so I decided to try my luck in the kitchen. I have been there a million times only to eat but not to cook. I wanted to be like the other members of my family who can cook such sumptuous dishes. I am not saying that I am completely ignorant when it comes to making food, I know how to cook egg, bitter gourd and my personal favorite, my specialty, the Nissin Seafood cup noodles. Just add hot water up to the brim and wait for three minutes and then, Enjoy! haha

I had a few mishaps when I was trying to cook. Like one time when my mom ordered me to cook sauteed bitter gourd with egg. I know the procedures and all, I made it the way my mother told me. What I don't understand is, it still doesn't taste right. It was salty, bitter and tastes nothing like my mother's cooking. So, my younger sister ate it first because she's in a hurry and she's got no choice. When she's about to leave, my mother asked her if she already ate. She answered "Yes. I ate poison."

Then there's another one. This happened a couple days ago when Jai, my cousin decided to treat the family with a midnight snack. I went with him, Rani and FinFin to the grocery store and decided to buy pancakes, ice cream and sweet things that will be used for decorating the pancake. When we got home, nobody volunteered to cook the pancakes, so I volunteered. This is really embarrassing especially to Hanna my best friend. Her claim to fame? she can make perfect circle pancakes. And she makes it fluffy. So, I was mixing the ingredients when I realized that I made a stupid mistake. I doubled the amount of water that was supposed to be mixed with the batter. The supposed-to-be-fluffy pancake turned out to be a crepe. Everyone was laughing at me and my stupid mistake. I still had the last laugh because in the end, they enjoyed the make-your-own crepe activity we had. My sister even honored the Jackson 5 with her crepe. She smothered her crepe with super sweet chocolate syrup and put jet-puffed marshmallow spread for MJ's face. It was really hilarious because it was really sweet and she told me that every mouthful of that crepe is a big challenge. The evening ended with a contest. Whoever has the highest blood sugar wins.

Prince the Oxymoron

When I say I hate oxymorons, that means I am an oxymoron. I love saying that word and I love how that word meant. But in reality, I do hate those kind of people even when sometimes I am like that. But this person's story that I am going to tell you right now is a part-oxymoron, part-brat and that person's one helluva bee-atch.

I have written a couple of entries about this person, most of them are grudge entries. Let's just call this person Prince, since that is how the way he acts. They say, you'll know something's wrong with you when everyone disagrees with you and worse, everyone becomes your enemy. I mean, how could some people become soo insensitive? how come some people don't even mind if everybody hates them?

Let's go back to Prince. Prince is soo busy being a brat that he didn't notice that almost everyone hates his attitude. Prince was never like that. He had a few flaws but this time, his flaws grew worse that most of the time even his loved ones could not stand it anymore. He's such a brat that whatever he thinks and whatever he wants, should be done even if other people's reputation are at stake. He doesn't even think of other people. In short, we are all living in Prince's world. He makes rules but never follows them, pretends to set an example but he himself was never an example and worse he wants and will want to stand out and will not even care if he steps on other people's dignity.

Prince, Prince, Prince...maybe a little reflection might help, and maybe if you think first before you act, you might save yourself from becoming one of the most..YOu know...

G'bye PLM..for now

Today marks a historic day in my life, and it would definitely be a sin not to write an entry about it.

A couple of hours ago, I was standing at our Activity Center, waiting for my other classmates to arrive and assemble to the place where we were supposed to. Today was our graduation day. At first, I really didn't feel so excited about it. I don't know why..maybe because I have to endure my mom's endless nagging about her going onstage on my graduation. I would always say, (in tagalog) "Ma, you can't go onto the stage with me because I don't have any award" Then she would ask why didn't I get an award. Then again I would have to explain the reason why that did not happen. But don't worry my mother doesn't have dementia or amnesia, it's just her way of expressing her excitement.

Anyways, we were almost complete when some of my classmates started taking pictures. This time I felt a scared..or perhaps, sad. Scared because this might be the last time that we're complete. I'm not saying that someone's going to die or something. It's just that some of my classmates already started their careers already. And probably it will be very difficult set another date or activity with us all 28 students present. I felt sad because this is the day that I totally leave PLM.

I have been studying at PLM for the past four years and I think that those four years are the most difficult, the most challenging and the most fruitful years of my life. I have learned so much that it transformed me to a completely different person ( a good person of course!)..I have met and learned from great professors that taught not only theories, things from the book but also ways and lessons of life. The lessons they taught will always be in my mind and in my heart, I will keep it and I will share it to people I will meet in the real world.

Then the long wait is over. We were already asked to stand up and walk near the stairs of the stage. My hands trembled and it starts getting cold. I can't shake Atty. Tamano's hand with my hands like this. LOL. When it's my turn on the stage, I saw our college dean, who happens to be my professor for three semesters and mostly responsible for the changes that happened to me. She gave me my diploma and I shook her hand then I hugged her tight. I thanked her and also I thanked and shook Atty. Tamano's hand and left. And that was it. I got my ticket out into the wild, I got my ticket out into the real world.

I am free. But the question is, is it a freedom from something, or is it a freedom for something? To me it is definitely a freedom for something. I hate goodbyes but this goodbye doesn't feel bad at all. Why? I spent four difficult years of studying, and sometimesit sucks a lot that it makes you just want to quit and walk away. I stayed I fought and the moment I got up on that stage, and the moment I recieved my diploma, I knew and I felt that all my hard work paid off and it really really feels good when you know that you deserve to have it.

There's no doubt that I'm going to do it again. So, goodbye for now PLM. I will be back and I will be learning from you again after year or two.

Bacolod: The City of Smiles

Its almost 48 hours since I left Bacolod and I miss it already! We had such a great time there that I almost didn't want to go home. But its not all pleasure and leisure, there were also some sucky times that happened there. Well, if I am to rate the things that I have experienced there, i'd say, its a nine out of ten.

I was there to attend the 12th IBP National COnvention for lawyers. I am not a lawyer but I work for my aunt who happens to deal with lawyers. We sell stuff that lawyers need like Supreme court decisions CDs , caps, stickers, jackets and many more. It was fun but it was really really hot. Convention sites are supposed to be air conditioned. Yes. To the lawyers who are attending the convention. But to us, concessionaires the venue is in an open space in front of the venue and worse, the sun is shining directly at our booth. If only you could see me now, I 'm darker than dark chocolate. The evil woman is there, with her family and she keeps looking at our booth and she's checking if we are selling our stuff. Biatch. She's the main reason why I have some sucky parts in this trip. I have worked with my aunt for two years already. And during that time i have made a couple of friends, had drinking sessions with them, and I had so many fun conversations with them. I was really surprised when I recieved a very different treatment from them. It seems like somebody had spread false rumors about us and they actually believed in it. Biatch. Enough about that, karma will get her someday. Biatch. I really had a great time in Bacolod. The people are very friendly and they have every right to be called the City of Smiles. Their smile has a very lightening aura. They smile at me, I smile back, and it makes my day. Their food is awe awe awesomely delish! I gained a couple of pounds there because everytime we eat, I can't help but eat 2 cups of rice. Everyday i like fiesta! not only the food is delicious, the price is also within our budget.

Because Bacolod is a small city, we get around by riding cabs and tricycles and it doesn't cost much. We were able to check out the whole city with just 300 pesos for our taxi bill and its just like Manila but of course Manila is way developed.

I miss the city , especially the food and I'll definitely miss the people I met there that had become my friends. I'll definitely come back and have another great experience at the City of Smiles.

I hate, I hate

I was supposed to write a homecoming blogger entry but then because of some eewish people, I just decide to vent all my anger, frustrations and other negative feelings in this entry.

I hate suck ups. I hate people who make themselves look good at the expense of other people. I hate people who say they don't take sides but then they don't even bother to hear the story of the other party. I hate backstabbers. I hate people who make side comments. I hate people who you thought as friends but they desert you and make you feel bad by not talking to you and making you wonder what have you done wrong to deserve that kind of treatment. I hate bitches who spread false rumors about you that could jeopardize a good relationship with you and your good friends.

I hate people who purse their lips to show their disappointment. I hate people who pretend to be intellectuals. I hate two-faced bitches.

I hate myself for I suffer from toxic niceness. I wish I could unleash my inner bitch so that I show those god-knows-what-those-creatures-are what it is to have someone like me as an enemy.

I really do hope that someday, somehow, these people whom they have blinded from their fake toxic niceness may wake up and realize that they are barking at the wrong tree.

God, I Miss My Old Life

I miss blogging, I miss my bum days, I miss my friends and I miss drinking with them. Truly, there are some things we have to sacrifice in order for us to get to our goal. But I should say, I am somewhat pissed of what I have to sacrifice to be able to get to my goal right now.

I lost my social life when I entered PLM. Why am I even whining about losing my social life? I didn't even have one even before I entered PLM. Anyways, let me share to you guys about my goal right now. Well, I want to graduate in March of 2009. Before I get to graduate, of course PLM has its own special ways to make us all suffer, then we could finally leave the four walls of this huge torture chamber.

Striving to reach your goal has its pros and cons. Well, you won't see the good thing yet until you fulfill your objectives. That's one of the sucky parts of it but once you reach your goal, you'll be proud of how hard you've worked and how you refused to give up when circumstances makes you want to.

Then there's the down side of it. People mostly in the process of accomplishing their aims tend to give up and not finish what they have started. It's like they dropped off their load, just like that and go into limbo or something. This is the part where most people feel weak and unconfident. This is the part that I hate right now. Giving up.

I am not actually on the "giving-up" part right now, not even close to it. Its just that when I think of my life in the past year or even in the past semester, I began to realize that a lot has changed. I began to adore and enjoy Wednesdays because thats the only time where I can be with my friends and my other blockmates. I began to turn down some of my gigs (part-time job) just because I have a class on Saturdays and I simply just can't go because I have lesson plans to make. I missed quite a few family gatherings and parties because I am really busy. I was so busy that I even forgot to communicate with my friends, the only people who keeps my social life alive.

Though it sucks a lot, when you come to think of it, change has its perks too. When I became a student teacher, I was able to meet new friends, learn new things, and become a better person each day. I guess the things that I am sacrificing right now, I can get back to it anytime once I get to reach my goal. I complain too much, that's all.

First Impressions Last

Idea taken from Jean Marie Bautista-Catiis. These guys are my classmates since sophomore year, they're like a family to me.

angel- literal, Anghel
hanna- insensitive, kiddy chan, BFF
sheeva- LET Topnotcher, adik
jean - drama queen, mabait
agatha- CHUN!..baet yan
grace- reyna ng transitional devices moreover, halimaw din yan
vaniele- model
ranvill- lider
abby- star model
nix- Bestest bespren..heehee mas mature pa sakin
jane- parang baby
cyrille- diva
alvin- pastar! palabok. maingay. ssc. => same here..hahaha pero mabait
angelu- reyna ng kasipagan
jill- hot momma
tonee- hottest momma..cute babies
jades- kwela ever..superfriend
eena- makulit, perky
fairy- minsan nega, people person, perky din
arlyn- emo emo emo...yes..hehehe
jing- ang nag-imbento ng English Language
lester- I need my Fiber!
rei- Echoserang Frog..heheeh peace!
mariz- EARLY BIRD AWARDEE
jemacy- Insekyora! hahaha chatterbox
marife- gabelita..halimaw!!