Thursday, June 24, 2010

Fortunately Hot Pandesal


Pan de sal is of course really good when hot. and not all bakeshops have them hot allthe time. It's either they have already run out of pan de sal, or they just do not sell them hot anymore.

But this bakeshop always have hot pan de sal every time i went there. It's Fortune Bakeshop at Greenbelt 1. And they're quite tender and tasty. really good even without spread.

courtesy: pinoyexchange.com for the foodshot

Simple Indulgence



I really hate processing permits for ads in Makati because of the stress of preparing the requirements and the inevitable traffic hassle on the way there.

But after all the dirty work, I would always find time to treat myself in this small and simple cafe that prepares only the freshest. It's called, Indulgence Deli Cafe, located along Perea St. in Makati. I ordered the best-cooked-ginisang ampalaya i have ever tasted.

It is slightly bitter, somewhat crunchy and oh so freshly cooked. I felt that it was way worth more than its P50 price so I ordered a P100 slice of cake after.


Actually the wonder about this Cafe is that you just don't expect a ginisang ampalaya on their quite high-end menu. And the best part was that they treat you really nicely. Even if i looked like a hag already after some permit processing harassment, my ginisang ampalaya was served gourmet style. I didn't even have to tell the waiter to give me a glass of cold house water since I did not order anything for drinks. It was really a treat for someone like me who was looking for a really good and healthy budget meal in a very decent place.

courtesy: charmkins.wordpress.com, kusinanimanang.blogspot.com for the foodshots

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

You could have said I am beautiful
But my smile quick-froze unnoticed
You could have said good night
But I just fell asleep waiting

Yes you are passive
For not acknowledging what you really feel
And hiding it deep beneath
Your semi-spontaneous remarks

And Im quite your contrary
Im literally a sparkplug ready to electrify
I always say what I feel, and at once
Spontaneity can be tactless


I dont know how two extremes can meet halfway
We have a big common ground that stays invisible
He is breaking my heart without even saying a word
He is shattering my dreams without even knowing it.
He is being cruel by being so nice.

He tells me beatiful things and then avoids me.
He acts like he cares and then ignores me.
He makes me me hope and
Devastates the littlest faith i had left.

Oh don’t look like you pity me. Dont look like you are a friend because you’re really not.
Because a real friend will be honest despite the painful truth.

I hate you. I really do.
And I wish you’d know all of this.
I wish I can tell this to your face.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Dear Tatay

Dear Tatay,

Magdadalawang dekada na simula nung huli tayong nagkita. Hindi ko na nga matandaan yung araw na iyon. Bigla ka na lang kasi nawala. Hindi nagpaalam. Sa matagal na panahong iyon ay inaliw ko ang sarili ko at hinayaang maniwala na hindi kita kailangan. At lumipas ang napakaraming taon na hindi kita naaalala. Inisip ko na kung nasaan ka man naroroon ay masaya ka siguro. Ngunit hindi pala kayang ibaon sa limot ang bagay na ganito, Tay. Darating din pala ang panahon, na para bang isang teleserye, kung saan ang anak ay hahanapin ang kanyang totoong magulang. O di kaya’y hahanapin ng magulang ang kanyang anak. Ngayon ay hinahanap-hanap kita, Tay. Pero para wala akong magawa. Para akong naka-caumatose. Hindi ako makagalaw kahit ang isip at puso ko’y gustong bumangon. Naparalisa na ang katawan ko sa paghanap sayo, Tay. Ngunit ang kagustuhan kong makita ka ay naririto pa rin. Gusto kitang makita, Tay. Nasaan ka na ba? Hinahanap mo rin ba ako? Nagkaroon na tayo ng pagkakataon noon, ngunit naduwag tayo. Natakot ako, Tay. Hindi ko kasi alam kung ano ba ang sasabihin sayo kung magkita man tayo noon. Natakot ako na bumalik ang mga mapapait na alaala. Natakot ako na makita kung anong kalagayan mo. Ayaw kitang makitang naghihirap o may sakit. Dahil tiyak na madudurog ang puso ko. Dahil sa dapat galit ako sa’yo eh. Dapat sumbatan kita. Hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin naman alam kung ano ang sasabihin ko sa inyo. Pero gusto ko na kayo makita talaga. Masilip man lang.
Kapag nagpupunta ako sa mall o kung saang pampublikong lugar, iniisip ko, posible kayang naroroon ka din? Tay, hahanapin kita. Huwag mo akong pagtataguan ha? Gumala ka naman sa mall. O kaya pumunta sa mga lugar na madalas kong puntahan. Mag-facebook ka naman, Tay. O kaya maglagay ng kahit anong log sa internet, para mahanap kita kahit sa google. Tay, hahanapin kita ha? Ako, madali lang hanapin, Tay. Type mo lang pangalan ko sa google. O kaya bumisita ka lang sa bahay natin sa Bulacan, matagpuan mo kami dun ni Kuya Lawrence at syempre andun din si Mama. Huwag ka mag-alala di ko sasabihin kay Mama. Si Kuya jeff, nasa malaysia eh. Pero balang araw makikita mo rin siya. Basta hanapin mo rin kami, Tay. Nami-miss ka na namin. At ako miss na miss na kita.

Mutya

Sunday, June 20, 2010

It was a good 10K run


i think i did well for a 10K first timer. It was a long slow distance.

=) i want to try aquathlon next time. kayalang san naman ako puede mag -swim sa pasig?? hehe

He's just not that into you...

Gigi: Maybe his grandma died or maybe he lost my number or is out of town or got hit by a cab...
Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Peace of mind in routines, rituals (Manila Bulletin)

Now this explains my "inner chaos"...

By SABINE MAURER
June 16, 2010, 4:16pm

HAMBURG (DPA) — The morning cup of coffee, midday walk and pre-bedtime read have something in common. They are all routines, or rituals – small but only seemingly insignificant.

You realize how important they are when they go unperformed.

For some people the day is ruined if the newspaper is not delivered in the morning. Or they feel that something is missing if there is no book to read in bed at night.

“People feel uneasy or dissatisfied if their routines are disturbed,’’ said Michael Schellberg, a psychologist from Hamburg. The reason is that they provide peace of mind.

Routines and rituals follow unvarying patterns. People do not guide them but are guided by them.

They are often moments of reflection, when people let their thoughts wander.

There are major social rituals, for example those at life’s transitions such as a baptism, wedding or funeral. Every culture, social class, family and circle of friends has its own rituals. They not only provide peace of mind but a sense of belonging as well. Every individual also has daily routines that give the day structure. Many of them, too, are performed at transitions: The cup of coffee before work and reading before going to sleep.

“You can’t do without routines. They’re scripts that every person has,’’ Schellberg said.

But why is it important that certain actions always proceed in the same way? “The human brain constantly seeks structure,’’ explained Peter Gross, a psychotherapist from Cologne. If structure is lacking or begins to falter, a feeling of insecurity results.

Even people who do not observe rituals come to realize their importance because they quickly fall foul of people who do. The latter are amazed or even offended if, for example, someone shows up at a funeral in bright clothing or flouts custom by not shaking hands as a form of greeting. Politeness, too, has a lot to do with rituals.

“A ritual always involves ‘if-then,’’’ Schellberg said. “If a certain thing happens, then a prescribed reaction is required.’’

Should the other person not react as expected, it could be because he or she is unfamiliar with the ritual. Most people automatically assume, however, that not observing a ritual is a calculated expression of disrespect.

And so misunderstandings are bound to occur.

Routines and rituals are normally good things. Everything proceeds automatically, and you can relax and let your thoughts wander. Almost everyone has a pre-sleep routine, for example airing out the bedroom while brushing one’s teeth, then reading a book for a while before lying down to sleep.

Rituals are helpful in highly emotional situations like funerals because the step-by-step actions are prescribed. They provide the bereaved with instructions on what to do next.

“Rituals also help to close the chapter on something old so that something new can begin,’’ said Elke Overdick, a psychologist from Hamburg.

In uncertain and hectic times they become particularly meaningful and people cling to them. It can be the morning conference in the office or afternoon cup of tea that is a constant in a hectic day.

A lot of people are not aware of the importance of routines and rituals until they retire. Then they have to write their daily script anew because many of their routines were job-related. “The loss of these supports causes an inner chaos,’’ Gross said.

Routines are a problem, however, when they are observed no matter what the circumstances.

“Routines can become compulsive,’’ Overdick noted. A person then becomes dependent on them and is locked in an emotional straitjacket. At worst, this dependency can even lead to an obsessive-compulsive disorder with panic attacks.

What psychologists call “magical thinking’’ is much less harmful but still obstructive in daily life. For example: “I can’t work if I don’t drink a cup of coffee in the morning!’’ Pedants, who greatly value structure in their lives, generally need more routines than do people who tend to be disorganized. And routines gain in importance for most people with advancing age. To prevent routines from becoming rigid, psychologist Peter Gross advises doing things, even trivial ones, differently at times.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

One lonely night

That one late night I thought was the loneliest time of my life. Tears kept falling on my cheeks as I walked through a dark damp street on my way home from work. There was no handkerchief or tissue to dry my face. I only had my bare hands that seemed like a busy windshield wiper in the pouring rain. I cannot even remember why I was crying. It was probably about work. Or my messy love life or lack of a decent one. Or perhaps I fought with my mother or brother. But what I can remember vividly was how I felt God’s warmth that night. Amidst the loneliness and despair God made me feel I was not alone. A tricycle suddenly slowed down near me.

“Ma’am, Rosario po.”
“Hindi na po Manong. Maglalakad lang po ako.”
“Sige na po Ma’am, doon din naman ang daan ko”
“Ok lang po ako Manong.”
“Ma’am sige na po, gabi na”

I really wanted to continue walking and whining. I wanted to let all tears I could make to pour that night so that there would be nothing more left to cry in the following days. But after the insistent offer, I suddenly stopped crying and hopped in the tricycle.

The driver did not let me pay. I was surprised that someone like him could be generous with warmth and kindness. He was God’s instrument that night. He wanted to let me know that in my loneliest time, He is there for me and that I was not alone after all.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Unsure

I'm sure I like him. i check his profile as often as i check mine, just to know his whereabouts. just to get a glimpse of what he's thinking. If it weren't for him I'd shut down my spark. other people spark a lot of things that distract me. But i still open it because i want to know if he's around. I drink a lot to pee a lot and make regular trips to the comfort room... to see his shoes. because merely seeing them makes my day.
I sure like him. and I am sure I'm gonna love him.

But i don't know him yet. he hasn't open his world to me. he remains to be elusive. and that makes me wonder the kind of person that he is.
Will he make me laugh?
Will he surprise me with flowers and sweet nothings.
Will he he save me when i am in trouble.
Will he make me cry?
Will he break my heart
will he be the one?
I wish i have the liberty to do things in my own time. I am quiiiite tired of fulfilling deadlines. I've had enough of pressure, of trying to follow rules and other people's timetables.

Right now I just want to go home, eat and lay on my bed and watch tv.

But i can't. because i am finishing this !@#%!@#%*& report.
Oh holiday, how swiftly you've gone.
Hours ago i was enjoying combat and yoga in a nice place.
Now im in a different world. I can call it hell, with the steamy temperature,
bed of pouring rain and abyss of loneliness.
Now's just the beginning of a restless tomorrow.
Can I pause Time for a moment
and let that moment linger for a while.