Siakol - Gagawin Ko Lang Baklaran lyrics
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Gagawin lang nyang Baclaran... ang Bulacan :)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
(til) i get a little more
Friday, September 10, 2010
Scrapbook Photos
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Descpicable Me
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
A good homemaker
A few days ago, my officemate, Maan saw me brushing and using a cup for gargling water. She remarked: Twin, (hehe), sa tingin ko magiging mabuting maybahay ka balang araw.
I responded with a burst of laughter, thinking: Ako? Mabuting maybahay?
But I am glad that someone like Maan, saw that potential in me. I have always wanted to be a good homemaker like my mother: practical, organized, wise. But when I was little, my mother always said: napaka burara mo talaga. Ikaw ang babae ikaw ang bulagsak. Buti pa ang kuya nyo (she would pertain to my eldest brother Kuya Jeffrey) kalalaking tao, masinop sa buhay, maayos.
From then on, in my own little ways, I have always wanted to prove to my mother that I can change. That I can be like her and my Kuya Jeff.
And to this day, being organized is still quite a challenge for me. It is difficult to be organized when you have a lot of things to do and to think about. But I know that even if I have not become exactly like my mother or my brother, I am maintaining my life well in my own way.
If they would only see my boarding house room now, they would be proud of me. Their bunso makes her own hearty breakfast daily, washes her clothes, conserves water, segregates trash, and maintains a generally clean and organized room. And she does this independently while working and studying at the same time. I admit I am not perfect. Sometimes creepy things grow in my trash becauseI can become lazy and forgetful . I can be a compulsive shopper, overspend and overuse my credit card many times. But at the end of the day, I try to remember my goals in life. Yes, to be a good homemaker, a good citizen, so that I can raise my family well, like my mother did to us. So that I can help improve the life of this country.
It may be a long way to go, but I am tryong to improve in every way I can. And I know am getting there someday. For now I am gonna continue managing my bills well, trying my best to be practical in buying food and household needs, saving, creating other sources of income, maintaining a clean room, working and studying well. And I’m enjoying doing all these even if sometime things would go out of control.
Recently, my all around rice cooker malfunctioned. Instead of buying a new one, I had it fixed, and fortunately for free. Maan said again, Twin, magiging mabuting maybahay ka talaga.
Thank you, friend, may that come true, someday and everyday.
Friday, July 23, 2010
7 Dreams to fulfill
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
The girl in the attic
One day, Sally and Anne’s parents asked them to clean up the attic because Their aunt Hilda is coming over the next day for a visit. Sally and Anne brought rags, and a pail of water up to the attic. They noticed the whole room was a mess! It was very dusty and all the things inside were covered with dust. Sally yelled at Anne, “ Anne, what are you waiting for?! Start cleaning up this mess! You don’t want Aunt Hilda to stay in a dirty place…” And then Sally went out and shut the door of the attic and had gone downstairs to her room and played with Anne’s toys. Anne had no choice but to start cleaning. She soaked the rag in the bucket of water and then rubbed the dusty walls. After a lil’ while Anne heard a little girl’s voice, “Help. Help” “Where was the voice coming from?”. Anne thought. “Is that you Sally? Please don’t scare me..” But the voice lingered, “Help. Help.” It wasn’t Sally. The voice was coming from the mirror behind her covered with a blanket. Anne slowly pulled the blanket off the mirror and to her surprise, she saw a litlle girl in the mirror, still saying, “Help. Help.” “How can I help you?”, asked Anne. But the girl only uttered was “Help. Help.” Meanwhile, after a few hours, Sally went back upstairs to check out if Anne has finished cleaning up the attic. When she opened the door softly thinking of scaring Anne. But when she opened the door, She saw Anne talking to the mirror. “What is that crazy girl doing?” Sally said. She went in and saw that Anne was speaking with a girl in the mirror. When the girl in the mirror saw Sally, she said, “Come, play with me!” And then behind the girl in the mirror appeared lots and lots of beautiful dolls and huge playhouse. “ Wow!” Sally yelled with joy. The girl in the mirror, once again said reaching out her hand, “Come , play with me…” Sally without thinking touched the mirror to reach out the hand of the girl in the mirror”. Anne toldher sister, “No Sally, don’t go in there!” But Sally did not listen to Anne. Sally went inside and played with the girl inside the mirror. She did not even look back to Anne. But after playing for a few hours, Sally got tired of the toys and desired to get out of the mirror. But she could not get out. She was inside the mirror. And the girl, she was playing with was gone! Outside the mirror, Anne was crying waiting for her sister Sally to come out of the mirror. And suddenly, she heard her, “Anne help me! I cannot get out of the mirror! Help me Anne!” And then Anne saw beside her, the girl who was inside the mirror a while ago. Anne told her, “What did you do to my sister? Please let her get out of the mirror.” The girl said, “She wants my toys. I want my freedom.” But Anne replied, But she belongs here. And you belong in the mirror with your toys. Please let her go.” The girl was moved by Anne’s love for Sally. And so she touched the mirror and went back in. And after wards, Sally was set free.” Sally hugged her sister so tight and told her. “Thank you Anne. And I’m sorry for being mean to you.” I promise to be a ghood sister to you from now on.” The girl in the mirror smiled at them and waved good bye.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
My Running Utopia
Whenever i visit my dear alma mater UP diliman, i just want to jump off the jeepney and run around the acad oval. sometimes i wish i live in UP so i can run everyday to my heart's content. and swim and bike sometimes.
for now im gonna content myself with running around here in pasig. I recently discovered a new place called Rizal high. they have a good track oval. but nothing compares to this... (thanks leo zulueta for the photo)
Craving for frozen yogurt
Even if it has been raining for the past couple of weeks, the weather has been constantly hot. So I have always found myself craving for frozen yogurt. I do not know if this is just me following the fad, but just the thought of this yummy treat makes me want to hunt right away the nearest frozen yogurt store.
This is reaction towards frozen yogurt is actually kind of unusual for me. I like cold desserts like ice cream but I never craved for ice cream as much as I crave now for frozen yogurt. Perhaps this is due to the fact that I am watching my weight. And with ice cream, even if I wanted to eat more, the pleasure is not 100% because there is always the guilt:
Before eating ice cream : Okay, I am just gonna have 1 small cup.
During: This is really good. And it’s 1,000 calories! I will probably just skip dinner.
After: I need to jog!
What is even more unusual is that a few years back, I wasnt really a fan of yogurt. My concept of yogurt was Nestle’s Yogurt and Dutch Mill’s Yogurt Drink, which I do not find quite appetizing. Maybe because the non-frozen yogurt, in its semi-liquid or liquid form the sour taste overpowers the creaminess and the sweetness—tastes which I and probably most people are more fond of. Moreover, I find Nestle Yogurt expensive. Even if it is only P30 to P40 a cup, much cheaper than frozen yogurt, I do not feel like its worth buying because it does not satisfy me in taste and in quantity.
It was only recently this year that I learned about this new thing called frozen yogurt. One night after dinner, my friends and I wanted some dessert. One suggested to go to Red Mango. It was funny because I had always passed by this store but I never really noticed it nor was attracted to buy Frozen Yogurt. Perhaps because the store looked expensive. And it was indeed expensive. That night I ordered one small cup of plain yogurt for P80. But of course I wanted some toppings, so I added P40 for some fruit and nuts. Oh, but it was really yummy! The best part was the balance of the half-sour yogurt , the sweetness of the fruit and flavor of nuts and all the texture combined in your mouth. The next best thing was that it is healthy, and guilt-free. That was really a treat.
From then on, I started noticing frozen yogurt stores in malls and advertisements/ promotions on TV, print and out-of-home. I saw a portion segment in a morning show featuring a franchise of Frozen Yogurt. The Pancake House billboard ad featuring Gurts is very prominent along EDSA. I also saw a ¾ page lifestyle article on frozen yogurt on newspaper. Then I realized this is a fad. More and more people seem to be talking about frozen yogurt and are getting crazy over it. I guess it is all these ads and word-of-mouth combined that reinforce my liking for this product. Now frozen yogurt for me is the new yogurt. Not very long Nestle Yogurt will be forgotten unless they come up with something really better. It is the fun of choosing your own toppings from a wide selection of fruits, nuts, chocolate, granola, cereals, candies, etc. Just the other day I saw a new Frozen Yogurt Place in greenbelt, Qoola, that allows you to make your own cup of frozen yogurt. You experience actually pressing the machine to get your yogurt and then pour on all the toppings you want. No limit for the yogurt or toppings. All you need to pay for is the overall weight. How cool is that?
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
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 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
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
He's just not that into you...
Alex: Or maybe he is not interested in seeing you again.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Peace of mind in routines, rituals (Manila Bulletin)
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
“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 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?
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.
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.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
natural tendency
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Flashback: Ondoy
Broken.
Only trying to put on a straight face
Because I don’t want loneliness to take over myself.
Because I know deserve more than
Sulking in my room crying
I so deserve more than
Surprise-less birthdays and nonchalant Christmases
I deserve more than being ignored
I think I deserve to be loved somehow.
I think I am worth some sacrifice and effort.
But I had managed to accept that persons like that are
Rare.
I had learned that man is born selfish.
That there are few people lucky enough to find that person
Willing to stick out for’em
And now you’re here.
A beautiful apparition from somewhere
or nowhere.
You’re making me smile
Tickling my butterflies inside
But I am not sure if you’re that person
I want to believe you are
What do you really want from me?
Is it
Love?
Please say that it is.
At least say you’d like to try
Because I’ve had enough
Misfortune.
I am quite
Tired.
Someone please take care of
Me.
Someone please be
You.
Automated, Underestimated
We lined up for more than 2 hours under the heat of the sun to make our precious votes. There was a lot of drama in the precincts. The crowd was incessantly complaining about the inconvenience. The so-called authorities—BEIs, Comelec reps and PPCRV seemed disorganized and helpless.
But all the difficulties in the morning was replaced with excitement in the evening when hour by hour, the nation was presented with fast election results. It was far better than the more than a month-long counting. After 1 day some municipalities had already proclaimed winners. Presidentiables already conceded to the leading candidate, Noynoy.
Of course the elctions still have a lot to improve, but for first time I think Comelec did well. And I also salute the Filipinos who held on in the long lines and scorching temperature to fulfill this fundamental responsibility.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
10K
Me: ey, 5K ka sa nature valley? kala ko 10k?
Him: pinabago ko na. 10K na. baka kasi tuktukan mo ko.
well, i had been inviting him to run 10K with me. and he promised he will in our next run.
matagal ko na syang gustong tuktukan sa totoo lang. para magising sya. pero ma-pride ako. at wala akong time para mag-drama. sana magising na sya nang kusa.
Poor Customer Service
Monday, April 19, 2010
Nalilito
hanggang ngayon kasi di ko pa rin alam kung anu ba ang katangian na hinahanap ko sa isang kandidato.
o siguro alam ko na pero di ko alam kung alin sa kanila ang pinakamahalaga.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Real life Defense
My professor in advertising and marketing strategy would say, make all the mistakes here in class, but don't make mistakes in real life with your boss.
I guess i did just the opposite. I made it well in school but failed in real life. Now i know that not everything is learned in class. sometimes things are better learned the harder way.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Hybernation
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Running
Saturday, January 23, 2010
GoodnightKiss
“Dito na ko”. We stopped in front of our gate.
“Ok, bye.”
“Bye. Thanks ha.”
I waved good bye and then opened the gate. But I had not stepped in yet, when I decided to turn around to see if he was still near. I saw him slowly walking away.
“Ey!”
Surprised, he turned to my direction.
“Yup?”
“I forgot something.”
“What?”
I stepped close to him and kissed him softly on his left cheek.
Then I said, “Good night.”
I had been day dreaming about this scene. Because the last time he took me home, I gave him a cold tap on the shoulder, instead of a kiss. That was the best thing I could give at the time. It’s not like a Hollywood movie where a girl could kiss a guy after a date. We weren’t even dating. But I really wanted to kiss him. I promised myself to kiss him the next time we hang out with friends and he takes me home.
But I don’t know if I could ever have the courage to do that.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Prom
When I was in highschool, attending prom was one of the ultimate happenings that an ordinary kid like me couldnt miss. But I guess i wasn’t that ordinary. Because although i did not miss the prom itself, i missed dancing with someone.
Of course i wished my crush would approach me and ask me to dance. But I was just there, a wall flower, while the pretty girls had boys lined up for a chance to dance with them. In short i was a loser.
(I was a teenage dirtbag baby!)
I was wondering what was wrong with me? Wasn’t I pretty? Wasnt i cool? (I was a teenage dirtbag baby)
(Popopokerface popopoker face....)
Several years later, when I was mature enough, I found myself in a sort of prom again. It was a company Christmas party. And there were lots of dancing. I got a little bit drunk so i was having really a good time on the dance floor. But suddenly the DJ segued to slow music.
(This is my last chance...)
The party people suddenly on their seats. Few couples had the courage to stay on the dancefloor, to express some romance. Ok so it was like high school again. Same old feeling of wanting to dance with somebody but no one just asks me. Or so i thot. Because moments later someone would take courage to ask me to dance. I thought, he’s do anything like that. But he did. He walked towards me and asked if i wanted to dance. I just smiled and held his hand.
(eheads: ang Huling el bimbo...)
But i think I got too nervous and left my brain on my seat. Because that very sweet moment just fluttered away. We danced foolishly and wasted the time. I don’t know. Part of me couldnt believe that i was close to him. I wish I held him closer. I wish I put my arms around him as we danced, however foolishly. I wish wasn’t that defensive. I wish i let my self get carried away. I wish I took that chance to talk about us. I wish I kissed him. But I had let go the chance to do all that. I was too afraid to admit that I was already in-love. If only...(fade in aqua song, if only i could turn back time. Fade out.)
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Truth
"yes."
"charing."
"hehe. ammm. hindi nga. yes, tlga, im over him".
the game we played last night needed no explanation for answering yes or no to that truth question. but i think i owe myself an explanation.
the good times will always be remembered, and of course, the bad. and i will always have some sort of link to him, whether i like or not. it's not like we're on facebook where i can just delete him from my list. and i guess i really loved him and that kind of love is not something that can change in a snap or in a sudden break up.
but God gave me the will to move on. and I have. I really have. I am better now that we are not together and i can truly say, despite it all, Yes, i am so over him.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
ChickenSituations
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Tonight, I faced another chicken situation. Now mother was out to attend a wake (it’s a different person, the sick relative isn’t dead... yet). No cutting was involved this time. But I was supposed to “broil” the whole chicken, using a pot! We got no turbo broiler, that is why. But my mom is such a genius she can “broil’ using what equipment we have available. The technique is actually to wrap the marinated whole chicken in a foil and then steam the chicken 30 mins per side. Then unwrap the chicken and allow its juice to reduce and caramelize. When skin is brown, it is ready to serve. I called mama 3 times to get all these intsructions. The result is a juicy flavorful chicken. I could say it is even better than the real char- broiled chicken, whose meat has the tendency to be dry and gummy. Im just magnif for a 2nd-timer!