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THE CEMETERY OF DEAD RESOLUTiONS


This blog is as good as dead.

If you can see the date of the last post before this one, you may also say the same.

I can't find the fire to revive it anymore.  I have always added "reviving my blog" as a New Year's resolution, only to scrap it away where dead resolutions are buried - wherever that is.

A dead resolution is a sign of a weak owner.

KARE-KARE: HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

SOURCE: recipe.foota.com
SOURCE: recipe.foota.com

Kare-kare.

A Filipino dish of beef stew loaded with an assortment of vegetables and drowned in peanut sauce.

As far as I know, kare-kare is not that popular outside Luzon area.  As a typical Bisaya, I have never eaten kare-kare, never in my entire life, until I came to work in Batangas.

I can only hear people talk about it on TV.  I don't even know what it looks like, hell more what it tastes like.

THE GEEK WHO TRiED TO DANCE: FiNAL PART

[Part 1 here]
[Part 2 here]
[Part 3 here]
[Part 4 here]



This is it.

The final auditions.

It took me a lot of effort to come up with this 2-minute piece.  Some of my competitors have prepared amazing hip-hop pieces.  Others are well-trained break dancers.  One was even going to dance ballet - and he's male!

Then it was my turn to perform.  Oh well here goes nothing.

A TASTE OF LENT


Lenten Season.

It is the time when people frequent beaches and turn tourists for the weekend.  For me, it is one ordinary working weekend.  Minus the beach.  Plus the holiday benefits.  Sounds fair, right.

The one thing I don't like about the Lenten Season is how everything indirectly forces you to eat limited. 

Malls closed.  Carinderias closed.  Even sari-sari stores closed.

A NUN'S PATiENCE iS A MARVEL

If my memory serves me right, I only have 3 godchildren.

That number was increased by one last week, where a colleague and a good friend of mine asked me to be one for his newborn son.

So an hour before the baptismal rite, I attended a Godfather's Seminar for the first time, which is an irony actually having ninonged already before.

And there I met Sister.

MA, THERE'S NEWSPAPER iN MY PORRiDGE


I first started reading the newspaper when I was 7 years old, damn young I know.

I know when the regular newspaper boy would arrive at my uncle's gate.  When he does, I would then rush to my uncle and beg for the kiddie section.  if he isn't home, I have to agonizingly wait for him to arrive.  My uncle hates it when I fumble the newspaper first before him, since my little hands would create dreaded creases everywhere on the print.  I would just have to wait for him to hand me my part of the newspaper.

THE ATTACK OF THE CURSiNG CHAiN TEXT MESSAGES


Do you love God?
I DO.
Say, Lord I love You very much.
Pass this message to 14 people.
If you don't do this before 2011 ends, an important person in your life will leave you!
You are an important person for me, so I forwarded this message to you.  Don't think about the load credits you will waste.  It's just 14 people.
Please pass..
Seriously?!

Yet I received another of these infamous text message from my gullible friends.  And another one.  And another.  Same text message.  Different friends.  They have been passing the message around in the same circle of people.  Unfortunately I became an unwilling part of this shit.

WHAT iF: A CREEPY STORY

 ..
 ..
"Nadakpan na ang aswang! [The aswang has been captured!]"

It was already dark, but a neighbor came to our house and told my parents about the good but eerie news.  With that, my mother and father went out of the house with our neighbor to check the news' validity.

"Pang-lock mog bintana ug pultahan.  [Lock the windows and doors]", father said.  I was left to take care of my two younger sisters.  As they left, I hurriedly locked the doors and all the windows.

In the middle of our small, unfinished house, we sat and waited.