Feels like it was only yesterday we were both sitting in brown armchairs within an airconditioned room. Feels like it was only yesterday I took courage to kiss you in a gush of alcohol. Feels like it was only yesterday I made you a mixtape of music unknown to you. Feels like it was only yesterday since we knew each other more than mere names and faces in our grade school yearbook.
Feels like yesterday, only, it was actually six years ago. Feels like yesterday, only, we got a month old little boy. Feels like yesterday, only, I married you four months ago. Feels like yesterday, only, my heart is filled with more inexplicable bliss.
All my gratefulness for making everyday feel like the first time, even if it was already a thousand yesterdays ago. I love you, Husband.
I realized I haven’t really written anything about 2016 – which is weird because 2016 was a rather interesting year for me.
I noticed all my posts were backlogs – trips from overseas of 2015. That’s how bad I was last year! So this time, I’m going to hit the PUBLISH button in all posts in my draft folder. Forgive me, some are, yes, still from 2015.
But, I must promise, I will keep myself more inspired this year. I might have more stories to tell – just a little not my usual topics I guess.
Born and raised in Manila, I never really had the chance to experience a real town fiesta. Do not pity me, our parish does have fiesta in honor of our patron saint. However, it is not as fun as how other places celebrate it. By “real” fiesta, I mean house hopping and getting stuffed with dishes every house has to offer.
I believe I mentioned in the previous blog something about learning from experience (late aircrafts, ugh), and from the town fiesta experience I had in Cantilan, Surigao del Sur just two weekends ago, here are some notes and tips on how to survive eating in a town fiesta.
Give your tummy an ample room for the (eating) activity. A cup of coffee or tea may already be enough in the morning. If you have a pretty large storage, a few slices of bread would be fine too. You know when they say “pinaghandaan ko to” (I prepared for this)? It’s the most appropriate for this.
Skip rice. Isn’t this already the rule of the thumb? Bet you have done this in buffets or all-you-can-eat restaurants. But if you really can’t say no to carbs, take less than a cup. Or mull over the space it will occupy in your stomach. Feeling guilty now?
Get food in small portions. Do not hoard ulam (viand). Sample each dish in small amounts and make papak (to eat with no rice) instead. If you like a dish, you can go back anyway. This is also a good way to not make flavors too empowering.
Clockwise: Fried chicken wings, fish fingers and honey mustard dip, ginger prawns, Lechon, and Menudo.
Get minimal portions of dessert. In the same household as plate number 1, desserts were individually served and equally distributed: a slice of chocolate cake, a square brownie, and a cup of buko salad. I would have wanted to say no to the chocolate cake and brownie, but I had to finish the dessert plate since it was served in front of me. I already felt a little bloated that time. I wonder how much starch and glucose that was!
Opt for greens, or dishes with vegetables. It was a blessing the second house had a make your own salad bar. I would have skipped the dressing, but the veggies needed a little more zest. Also, yes, that’s a lechon rib, because that’s a freaking lechon and rib in one.
Variety. Get at least one dish for every kind of meat. Get at least one dish for every kind of cooking or taste. From the choice of meat below, note that there are no two dishes of the same meat. Also, I kind of picked them out from the way they were cooked or seasoned. I had something dry (pork), something sweet and bony (chicken), and something smooth but savory (fish), so I wouldn’t get umay (feeling overloaded after consuming too much food or flavor) from similar taste.
Clockwise: Rubbed and deep fried pork spare ribs, roasted and glazed chicken, Fish Escabeche
Skip carbonated drinks (and beer), if possible. I mean, with all the flavors exploding and inhabiting your mouth, you may rinse and burp it out a little with a glass of Coke. However, it is not necessary to gulp it down in every household. Refer to plate number 2, you think soda would go well with the salad, no? You can always request for water anyway.
Kill time before or after eating. Drop the little you’ve gained by walking from house to house, or engaging in a chit chat before delving into your food. If you are visiting distant relatives, it’s best to converse about family matters, and good old memories. If you’re dropping by homes of friends of friends, you can tell them about your stay and ask if there are places in the vicinity they suggest you to visit.
Do not be shy to ask for a to-go. If you are really really stuffed, you may ask to skip the meal and make pabalot instead. In the last house we visited, we were already too full to function (aka eat), so our Tita Tess asked for a to-go from her niece instead. The to-go landed the dining table the next day and we didn’t even have to say no to the host.
Be courteous and well-mannered. Not because it is a buffet sans the fine dining atmosphere means you have to let go of your table manners. Be mindful of your kubyertos, the area you take when eating, and the noises you make. Smile (even when your tummy’s already aching) to everyone you are being introduced or acquainted with. Be courteous when asking for extras like water, table napkins, etc. And lastly, return them hospitality of the hosts by greeting and thanking them warmly.
It has been months since your birthday, two to be exact. You are twenty six years and two months old today. But I have not given you anything yet, and by anything, I do not mean brand new shoes or spanking new watch or a treat to some fancy restaurant. “Anything” actually means something carefully created for you.
You know when they say it’s the thought that counts? I think it should go beyond the idea of looking for something readily available and acquiring it monetarily. Or maybe it is just my sentimental self which thinks it is more special (or the thought that should really counts is,) when it has been crafted especially for you.
So here goes my prelude to my annual creation/curation that is your Birthday Mix CD. This is not comparable to Starlord’s Awesome Mix Volume 1 and 2, but I guess it is kind of awesome too since it’s all about me and you, or you to me. This year’s mix will not be too mushy as the previous years, as I acknowledged the tides and turns and the mature and realistic (as how you pertain to it) aspect of our relationship. But you see, even how many, how strong, or how high the waves are coming to our direction, we can always swim and surf along because life and love is one big adventure with you. 🙂
I told you you’d be celebrating your birthday a bit longer!
The Japan Foundation and the University of the Philippines Vargas Museum announce a call for applications to a Curatorial Workshop in March 2014. It is a program aimed to enhance expertise in installing and curating contemporary art and related platforms.Upon culmination of the workshop, three participants will receive a grant for a study tour in Japan (within two weeks in July-September 2014), after which they will be asked to organize an exhibition in December 2014 at the Vargas Museum.
March 3 – 7, 2014
University of the Philippines Vargas Museum
Please submit the duly accomplished application form and other required documents (please see under DOWNLOAD section) to the Japan Foundation, Manila via e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org) or postal mail (23/F, Pacific Star Bldg., Sen. Gil Puyat Avenue corner Makati Avenue, Makati City) on or before Friday, January 10, 2014.
The Japan Foundation, Manila 23/F Pacific Star Bldg., Sen…
Find a girl who writes. Find a girl who has no idea where she is going in life because the only thing she understands about the world is that sometimes if you put one beautiful word beside another beautiful word you can create a beautiful sentence that melds into beautiful chapters of beautiful books that might change at least one person’s life. Find a girl who lives for that one person, the one person that will read her beautiful words and feel a sudden lightness on their shoulders. Find a girl who works at a job she hates so she can do the thing she loves. Find a girl who knows sacrifice.
Find a girl who makes it hard to love her Find a girl who demands the best because its all her romance-riddled mind can comprehend. Build her a castle in the sky, move a mountain for her, smile…
I was accustomed to overuse Stargirl’s allusion of an “unhappy anniversary” for rekindling bad bad memories. But by pulling me gradually farther from her shadows (You being the Perry to my Stargirl, but you’re no Perry so we’re a new and different book. Hurray!) , you too aided me in discarding such term and all the recollection it entails. Today we remember that moment we chose to be bully grade school kids, then there went history. Then today’s the official Happy Password Day aka Happy Anniversary.
Two years was short but seemed quite long. It would have expired if it were my employment contract! Kidding aside, The past two years were of the best memories – books were read, music was listened and hummed to, unknown places were set foot on and explored, food, tried and devoured, art, experienced and appreciated.
This could have been perfect. It’s just that I do not know how to swim.
Tell me I’m taking this literally, but I’m considering this an understatement. Swimming is boring. It’s too conventional. It’s too plain for the sea. And it’s far too simple for all the things you did.
So why not make it cooler and put it this way: “When sadness was the sea, you taught me how to SURF.” You taught me to ride and conquer the waves and tides.
I have other blog sites but I found my posts either a lot too emotional or a lot too whiny so I moved in. To start 2011 rolling and somehow start my “realist” resolution, I am to continue blogging minus the crap found in my other blogs. I might be lifting some personal entries from my handwritten journal but without curses and mean words.