Monday, December 22, 2014

Baking, cooking and mixing

It's the last weekend before Christmas and while everyone is busy shopping, I, on the contrary, hibernated and stayed at home for the entire weekend.  My Christmas parties were scheduled early on so no more parties this week.

The weather was very cooperative.  Mornings were sunny and afternoons were rainy which was perfect for just staying at home.  And eating.

And these are what I made/ate over the weekend.

Banana bread

We had some bananas in the kitchen waiting to be consumed.  And since banana bread is one my favourites, I tried my hand on making that.

My friend Dini has been maintaining a blog about her cooking and baking escapades for quite some time now so I knew that she will have something on banana breads.  And her blog didn't disappoint.

She had several recipes on banana bread! I chose Peanut Butter Chocolate Chunk Banana cake that she got from Averiecooks.

So here's how it turned out.






I have to say that my final product looked decent for a first timer :)  About the taste...it tasted ok.  Edible.  I mean I won't mind finishing it.  But I have to admit I'll still have to do a few more tries before I could get the taste and the consistency that I want.  My bread was too dense.  Maybe I overmixed the batter.  Or maybe I didn't stick to the measurements in the recipe.  I don't know.  This needs practice.

Salad

This is a random salad that I made for lunch and dinner for both Saturday and Sunday.  Well, except for the roast lamb which I only had on Sunday.  I had leftover baked orange chicken for Saturday.

I had too many meat and sweet food over the past couple of days so I wanted to do salads and veggies this time.  What I had was a mixture of red, iceberg and butter lettuce.  The dressing is mixed sesame oil, rice vinegar, light soy sauce, sugar, and salt with chopped coriander and grated ginger.  I figured I couldn't survive with just the salad so i bought 200gms of roast lamb from Fairprice to go with the salad.  And it tasted good!


Oven grilled chicken bbq

I initially wanted to do salted baked chicken but we just had baked orange chicken last week which to me resembles a bit how baked chicken looks like.  So I opted for BBQ chicken instead.

It's very simple.  I marinated my chicken in a mixture of soy sauce with calamansi and minced stalks of lemongrass for a sweet scent and popped it in the oven for 30 minutes to cook.  After 30 minutes, I brushed the chicken with a mixture of the marinate with banana ketchup and grilled it for another 15 minutes.  And this is how it turned out.

This was the chicken while cooking.  No, it didn't look appetising at all.

And this is how it looked after :) It tasted really good too!  Meat was soft, juicy and tasty!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Scent and taste of Christmas

Christmas tradition back home, aside from the simbang gabi, tiring gift hunting, monstrous traffic, countless parties, and reunions/meet-ups for lunch/dinner, is characterised by a quest to have that Starbucks planner.  So once December sets in and once Starbucks starts to serve their drinks in that red cup, yuppies would start to frequent the store more often to have their coffee binge, excited about collecting 20 or so stickers in exchange of a planner.

I was part of that culture too.  And silly as it may seem, I kinda miss it.  More than the planner, I miss the comfort and familiarity of being with old friends while sipping coffee at a cozy corner in Starbucks after work.

So when I saw this at the pantry the other day, that nostalgic feeling engulfed me.



The coffee wasn't really fantastic but I guess I was after the cherished memories that it's bringing back.


Friday, July 25, 2014

Glitches

About two weeks ago, my cousin’s flight from Honolulu to Guam made an emergency landing at Midway atoll somewhere in the Pacific.  Passenger accounts from online sources said there was a burning odor and that at one point during the flight, they felt a 40-foot drop.  My cousin said that they thought they’re gonna go for water landing because they couldn’t see anything but water.  They stayed in that island for a few hours before they were ferried to Guam by a replacement aircraft.  And when I saw the photos of the place, I realized that it was such a close call.

And then last Thursday, there was the MH flight.  We were in the airport, sending my sister off to Sydney, when I saw the news on FB. At first I thought it was a hoax, but when I saw that it was from Reuters, I thought it may be credible.  And when I reached home at half past one in the morning, there were more news about it online.  It was an unbelievable incident.  Two MH flights in four months. And this was due to a missile.  Crazy.

A few days later, there was the TransAsia flight in Taiwan. 50+ people dead.

And just yesterday, the AirAlgerie flight. 100+ people dead.

Going back to a few days ago, I heard that my former colleague’s son is sick.  He has bone cancer.  It was one of those news that breaks your heart. He is just 10.

And yesterday morning, I learned that another colleague is having a crisis.  Her husband needs kidney transplant and they need to raise funds.


This afternoon, I was chatting with my friend.  She divulged that she had a bike accident two weeks ago.  She was cycling with her husband when she lost control, flew from her bike and lost consciousness.  The next thing she knew was when she was already in the ER. She had a splint on her mouth, cut her lips, chipped her teeth and her whole face was swollen.  She couldn’t go to the toilet on her own and had to rely on her husband for bed bathing.  She was just thankful that the accident didn’t incur damage to her bones or spine.  

Life's surprises remind us that we are not in total control.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Recollecting random thoughts

When I was a student and couldn't seem to write something decent for my essay or my exam because my thoughts are all over the place, this is what I do. I blog.  Somehow, writing something that is personal successfully guides my thoughts in just one direction.  Yeah, maybe, it's the communion of the mind and the heart which is sometimes difficult if one is writing about something purely technical.  And now that I couldn't seem to focus and produce a decent write-up for our final report, I hope to tame my thoughts by writing these:

I joined a recollection last Saturday.  I don't remember when was the last time that I joined one.  Maybe it was in high school.  Well, Catholic schools like recollections.  I wasn't ecstatic in those events before because I felt out of place.  Whenever the retreat master tells us to close our eyes and think of something, my mind drifts away and I think of random stuff instead of focusing on what I am supposed to think about.  But to be fair, I like them not only because I get to have lunch at school, but I also think that they somehow change a person albeit in little ways.

My participation in last Saturday's recollection was out of pure interest.  It's part of my "balik-loob" program haha Parang bilanggo lang.  I wanted to be a better person, a better Catholic, so I open up myself for these kinds of activities And Im glad that I did.  No, we didn't have those tearful and group hug moments at the end of the retreat.  But I had a few take aways that I treasure.

God's word is powerful but we have our freedom.  I guess this is my main issue before.  I didn't know how to reconcile this thought. 

The same words leave different meanings/effect on different people at different points in our lives.  I guess this proves the validity of poststructuralism?  The meaning lies in the reader.  Nooo, sociological theory is haunting me!!! But on a serious note, yeah we make our own meanings.  God will talk to us depending on how we want him to talk to us. 

In the middle of those "silent moments", I had a realization about heaven.  I guess Im the kind of Catholic who doesnt care whether there is really a heaven or none.  Im just grateful to be alive and I try to do good (I fail 90% of the time) not because I want to go to heaven when I die but because I think that it will make living easier, and because my mother says so.  :)  So going to heaven is just a bonus for me (if ever I make the cut).  But seriously, the reason why heaven didn't appeal to me before is probably due to how I picture it.  Imagine clouds, angels, God, music. Yes, nice (oh my God, Im gonna be excommunicated for describing heaven as just nice) but there's something lacking.  But I thought, that if heaven is going to be an eternal life with the people I love and being reunited with my Dad, my grandparents, Auntie Loling, Uncle Doming, and living with my sisters and brothers and their families, and hopefully mine too, basically, being with the entire family forever, then yes, I would love to go to heaven. 

Monday, June 09, 2014

Be careful with your wishes...

I remember that sometime last year, I said, "Ok God, I think Im ready for adult problems"

So today, I am given an adult problem. Not the type that I was hoping to face but something definitely faced by many adults.

And after a few minutes of bewilderment, I smiled. God really has a sense of humour. 

If I'm still in my "old ways", I would have sulked, asking "why? why? why" and went on in my "Im a victim of this situation" mode.

But now, I just shook my head and said, Ok, it's not the end of the world. I could handle the worst thing that could happen out of this anyway.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Immigration museum

Today, I've decided to go to the Immigration Museum.  It was a choice between Melbourne Museum and this one and I chose to come here because, well, it is close to my heart.

Im a migrant.

All of us in the family are migrants.  My dad has been a migrant for a while due to his job posting.  My mom was from another province, moved to Manila when he was a teenager, stayed in Aparri for most of her life, and when my dad passed away, became more mobile than ever.  She would stay with my brother in Manila for a few months, go home to the province for another few months, come visit us here for a month or two, or would go to my sister in Melbourne when and if she can.  My sister has lived in three different countries aside from home.  My brother is based in Manila.  And my younger sister and I are here.

These photos, or should I say, captions, strongly resonated in me.

the words that welcome you to the museum
True. So true.  How a trivial object carries with it a lot of meanings.
 
Sometimes I question my assumptions to the point when I no longer know what I believe in

  

spot the green philippine passport
 
 


Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Eavesdropping

Unintentionally eavesdropping at foreign exchange students’ conversations makes me smile because they constantly remind me to make the best of every situation.  I mean, they are here as students but for the most part, I think they are travelling.  And since a number of them (at least the ones whose conversations I understand anyway) come from the west, they usually make Singapore as a homebase for their travels to the region.

A lot of them take the bus from U-town until the Central Library or Business.  And in that few minutes of bus trip, I usually pick up conversations that go something like these:

A: Hey, how are you doing?
B: Good, how are you?
A: Good.  I just came from Bali over the weekend. 
B: How was it?
A: It was awesome. The beach was really nice.  We also went to these rice terraces and like biked for the entire day.

A: So did you just come back today?
B: No, I came back yesterday.
A: Where did you go?
B: I went to KL and Malacca.
A: How long were you there?
B: I left Friday so I was there for around 5 days.
A: How did you find it?
B: Oh, it was great.  We basically ate a lot. I have a friend who was from there and he would bring us to a stall and say this is my favourite, and to another stall and say this is another favourite, and another favourite, and another.  I like the food there and it is really cheap.
A: How long was the travel?
B: I flew to KL but from KL to Malacca, it’s about 1.5 hour drive.  My friend has a car so we drove.
A: Did you like the place?
B: Well the locals love it because it’s relaxing.  But for a tourist, there is really nothing much to see.  By 8pm, the shops are already closed and there is no more food.

A: So what’s your travel plans this week?
B: My friends are planning to go to Cambodia for the weekend but Im still thinking if I should go or not.
A: I went there two weeks ago and I learned that this season is very hot. They usually go up to 40C but the good thing is there is no humidity there. Unlike here, it’s hot but also very humid.  I still cant get used to the heat. Im sweating like sh*t!

Aah...the joys of traveling and adjusting to a new place.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

Planning Session


This is the first Mancom planning session that I have been to.  It was a long but generally good experience :)  In college, I was a shy student so even if I joined several orgs, I did not dare run for a leadership position.  So this Mancom thing is very new to me.

People of different ages, backgrounds, mindsets but bonded by one trait - the desire to give back to UP and the Philippines. I am excited :)

Quick notes

Dear March,

Thank you for a productive encounter.

You were so hectic with both work and social commitments and I am thankful that you became that way.

Till we meet again,

Gi

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Dear April,

I thought that the end of March paved the way for a little breathing time for me but I think Im wrong.  You've just came and Im already overwhelmed with a long task list.  Ok, I may be exaggerating.  Maybe Im just being a scatterbrain now.  But I know for sure that you will become a critical month.  Im looking forward to your third week onwards though :)

Please be nice to me.

Love,

Gi

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Moment with the Ambassador, Minda Calaguian-Cruz



Ambassador Cruz addressing the UPAAS members
(Photo grabbed from UPAAS' Flickr account)



Im a fan.

I have seen the ambassador before in some of the events at FOWS- STP where I am a volunteer.  Commonly referred to as Amba’, she was  there at lunches, final presentations, beauty pageants, and what-have-yous.  Always supportive and ever approachable.  I heard that she hails from the same province as mine so it should be easy to talk to her because we have something in common (pardon my indulgence) but I never dared approached her because Im shy hihi

The first time that I heard her speak was at the UPAAS “Pakiusap” concert where she thanked and encouraged everyone, sanz the cheesiness, to continue supporting the scholarship program of the organization because of its noble objectives.  She then went on to stress the importance of education and helping those who do not have access to it because by doing so, we will be fostering the value of helping each other out.  Those who were granted scholarships will hopefully find ways to help needy students in the future.  And it will become a beautiful cycle.  I don’t remember much of what she said because Im that forgetful but I will not forget how good she was as a speaker. 

Last Saturday, she was a guest at the UPAAS AGM.  Since she’s going back to Manila to head the Office of Asian and Pacific Affairs at the DFA, the organization prepared a short video showcasing her support to the organization from its inception in 2003 until now. I felt that she was enjoying the video as much as we were enjoying the candid moment with her, occasionally remarking “Tingnan mo, ang itim ko pa noon.  Ngayon medyo maputi na.”  I couldn’t help but giggle.  The ambassador has the concerns of an average Filipino – kung paano pumuti.  She is just one of us after all.

She gave an inspiring speech.  She touched on several topics, saying that the more pictures that she sees, the more thoughts come to her mind.

These are some points that resonated in me:

·         As OFWs, we are all ambassadors of the country.  Cliché but true. Whatever we do or say will always reflect on the Philippines and Filipinos.  And it’s difficult.  On the one hand, you don’t want to be an apologist for the country.  On the other hand, you feel defensive every time you feel that your motherland and your compatriots are unfairly judged by people whose main source of information is the media or someone who had a single unfortunate encounter with the Philippines or Filipinos.  It’s like walking on eggshells 24/7.

·         As migrants, we will raise third culture kids.  In as much as we want to expose them to different cultures, we would also want them to have that strain of Filipino-ness (whatever that means) in them.  The challenge is how.

·         Always think of a way to give back to the country and to the society.  Help those who could not help themselves.  The question should not just be about “which condo should I buy?” but also “how can we help?”  She also asked, “how much is enough?” 

·         Philippines will always be home.  (It was emotional to sing Lupang Hinirang and UP Naming Mahal in Singapore.) 
After her talk was the ceremonial photo-ops with the whole group.  But Mitchie and I went further, we had our photo taken with her J We knew that chances like these do not come every day so we went to her and asked, “Maam, pwede pong magpapicture?” To which, she replied “Oo naman”.  And this is the proof of our fangirl moment.
 
Me, Ambassador Cruz, Mitchie
(Photo grabbed from UPAAS' Flickr account)

Most of the time, inspiration doesn't just arrive at your doorsteps.  You have to go and find it.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

MH 370


My friend Mitchie and I were on our way to another friend’s house when she asked me if I have heard about the Malaysian Airlines flight that suddenly disappeared two hours in its flight.  I didn’t knew about it so she filled me in with the details.  I felt that the most possible scenario was a crash somewhere remote, but scary and wild ideas also came into my mind. 

We knew that the next days were filled with theorizing.   I was also hungry for any new information that comes out and would read them in an instant.  But common sense  says that if no one can find them on land, they’re most probably be down there in the sea. 

Even if I didn’t know anyone in that flight, and no Filipino was onboard, I felt a real and deep sadness for those who perished and for their families.  I could imagine the anguish that they were in when no one could give them a definitive answer as to what have happened to their loved ones despite knowing that everyone is really doing their best to find the plane. 

When I watched the Malaysian Prime Minister on a delayed TV broadcast last night, my heart was crushing for the families. On the one hand, I think the pronouncement was a good way to start the healing process.  It was a definitive, despite painful,  answer to the question as to what could have happened: we do not know but we can say that we’ve lost them.  On the other hand, it’s also frustrating because no one still knows their whereabouts and what happened to them.  I know how it is to lose a loved one in a ‘natural’ way.  And losing a loved one in a sudden manner without any clue as to what happened to that person and where he or she is must be very terrible.  
When my father died, I learned the importance of rituals in a very personal manner.  For an outsider, they may just be an elaborate set of actions with no meanings but for me, I felt that the rituals helped a lot in the process of letting go.  The wake was a daily reminder that one day, he has to physically leave and never to be seen again but at least, there was that chance to somehow have that feeling that you are together in the same room. And at least, you are being prepared to let go.  And then, there was that moment when my mother got mad because we wanted to clean his cabinets and give away his clothes to our relatives.  For her, giving away his clothes was letting go of him completely, in an instantaneous  manner which, she wasn’t ready yet at that time. 

But in this case of disappearance, how would the family say their goodbyes?  In a cemetery or a columbarium, our departed loved ones has a “physical home”.  Decades from now, I could say to my grandchildren where their grandfather physically is.  I could physically introduce my future husband to my father just by going to the cemetery.  Of course, it’s purely ceremonial but still, there’s a physical manifestation of him, a symbol that he was once here.  But if you don’t know where exactly your loved one is, how could you do that?

I really hope that one day, no matter how long it will take, they will be found.  Or at least, some parts of the aircraft will resurface.

And I pray that the families (and also the employees of the airline) find solace and closure eventually.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Comfort drink

Minutes ago, this was filled with Mocha Frappe
I was in second year in college when I first stepped into Starbucks.  My groupmates for a class project and I dropped by in one of the outlets scattered along Manila on our way home from a meeting.  I don't remember the exact phrase but the barista asked me in straight English what I wanted for a drink. That was the time when Ingliserong/Ingliserang rich kids dominated the Starbucks barista population and I was the wide-eyed probinsyana who fidgets and stutters when speaking in conversational English and thought that everyone who spoke the language well was smart (in my defence, I know a lot better now hehe).  I ordered Mocha Frapuccino.  And Belgian waffle to eat.  I don't remember how much was it but I knew it cost a big chunk of my 500 peso weekly allowance.  I didn't visit the place again after that.

Fast-forward to a few years later.  I would land a job at J5 where we had free lunch everyday at the mess hall.  Whenever we would have a so-so ulam, or just when we feel like going out during lunch break, my colleagues and I would go to Starbucks for a drink.  In most instances, some of our bosses would go with us too.  It was a good place to chill, with its ambient music and the nice smell of coffee. In December, we would frequent the place more often because we wanted to collect as many stickers as we could just to get that free planner. 

It was also me and my friends' reliable go-to place.  After work, whenever we would feel like we don't want to go home, we would go to Starbucks at Araneta to chill.  That was our second home.  And then we ventured to Starbucks Megamall and stay there for hours having fun over kookology.  Starbucks was a place for many of our 20-year old conversations, debates, and rationalizations about life and love. 

And then everyone became a Stabucks junkie.  Students, young professionals, even young kids would be seen at Starbucks sipping coffee.  It became a place to see and be seen. And I wasn't comfortable with that.

When I moved to my new work, my relationship with Starbucks changed.  I didn't go to the place as often as I used to although my office friends and I would still go once in a while.  Personally, I would go there because it's the most convenient place to meet old friends but I learned to discover other coffee shops that are more quiet and intimate.  But it still had that special place in my heart because it held a lot of good memories with my friends.

When I moved here, it took some time before I had my first cup of Cafe Mocha from Starbucks (which tasted different - a bit bland) because of various reasons.  One, I was a student once again and to spend $5 for a cup of coffee was too much for me.  Second, I discovered that kopi po from the hawker centers tasted much, much better.

Now, I rarely go to Starbucks anymore even when Im back in the workforce.  Maybe my taste in coffee changed.  And maybe my taste in coffee shops changed too. But sipping a cup of Cafe Latte, or Cafe Mocha, or Mocha Frappe has a sentimental value for me because it reminds me of comfort and happy times with friends.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Brownie

I’ve done it before but since I have been on this “I’ll embrace the natural beauty of my hair” credo for the past few years now, it took some time for my sister to convince me to dye my hair.  I think she’s bored with my hair.  There’s also that possibility that she’s fed up with my musings about my unruly hair.  So last Saturday, I relented and had my hair dyed.  She chose the color, which was a bit light to my taste.  Since I was in a “go ahead and do what you want” mood, I also had it chopped.  This time, it was the hair stylist’s choice.   He thought my hair was too thick so he had it thinned.  They wanted to rebond my hair but I held my ground.

So the result is a brown, short hair for me.

I thought it was too straight for me.

But the following day, when the effects of the hair dryer and the hair iron worn out, my hair was back to its natural wavy state.  And it looked nice. 

It’s a bit difficult to manage but I like the fact that everyday, I’m surprised at how it’ll turn out.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Final destination

If you were a teen in the 2000's, you might have seen at least one of the Final Destination films.  I am not a big fan of horror movies and I won't go to the movie house to catch one unless Im under intense peer pressure.  And this is a movie that I have seen due to peer pressure (or I might have seen it on HBO, Im not sure).  I don't know which one in the series I have seen but I remember it starred Devon Sawa.  The plot basically goes like this - one member of the group has a premonition that something bad is going to happen to them hence they were able to avoid being in that situation before it even happens ergo, they were able to cheat death.  Or so they thought.  But death (I mean the depiction of death - the guy in black robes with a scythe) is persistent.  He will not allow these kids to escape him so even if the group is seemingly smart enough to outrun him, he still manages to hunt them down and kill them one by one.

And yesterday, something happened to me which reminded me of this film.  NO, it's not scary as this one.  But if there's a comedy version of Final Destination, I could be a part of it.

The Premonition

Last Saturday, I was queueing at the loo in Novena.  All the cubicles were closed and there were about 4 elderly ladies behind me.  I think they're in their 60's or 70's.

One of the ladies told me to check one of the cubicles if it's empty since the door was a ajar.  I went to check and it was empty but what was in there was a squat pan which I don't like using so I told them they could go ahead if they want to.  One of the ladies said in jest "We can't use that because our knees are weak.  If we sit down, we can't stand up anymore.  We're old."  And we laughed. That was a candid and funny statement.

The Cheat

The other day, I was boarding the BTC and I almost tripped because I may not have stepped high enough to reach the first step of the, what do you call it, bus' boarding steps?  But my reflexes were quick enough to adjust my legs so I managed to hold on to the steel bars at the door of the bus and did not fall.

The Final Destination

My colleague and I were on our way to lunch.  We saw that the bus was already at the stop just outside our door so we ran to catch it.  To run from where we were standing until the door would probably take about 5 - 7 strides?  On my second/third stride, my sandals caught the step...and in that 1 or 2 second when I was about to fall down (felt like everything was in slow motion), my brain went on this "Im gonna fall ....no....im gonna fall....no" debate and I was trying to remain upright but my knees were gonna give in and I knew it.  It's gonna happen. It was supposed to happen since yesterday. And I fell.

No, it was not as bad as this. But you get the idea.
(Photo from Google images)

No, I didn't have any scratch or bruise. It was a swift and smooth landing. My colleague asked me if I was fine and the first thing that I said was not "Im ok" but "Did anyone see what happened?"

It was embarassing.   Im glad that it happened when we were still in the office. Otherwise, whew!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Bibingka-ing on a Saturday

Last Saturday, Mitchie and I went to Dini's place to cook Bibingka - a native Filipino dish.  She has been on this cooking craze for quite a few months now and I have been a happy guinea pig to try some of her experiments.

So she found this recipe online and asked me if it was Filipino.  Upon confirmation, she invited me and Mitchie to her place to try it.

And we came up with this. 

Source: diniblini

And I have to say, it was good :)  It came close to how the native recipe is done in the province (they cook a different version in Manila).  The only difference was 1) it doesnt have that smoky flavor, and 2) the topping didn't achieve that caramelised texture particular to probinsya-made bibingka.  But who cares.

Its main ingredient is glutinous rice, so it's quite heavy.  But we managed to finish about 1/3 of it while watching Lars and the Real Girl.

I love Saturdays like that.

Sunday, March 02, 2014

Pancake experiment

I've been experimenting on pancakes for the past few months.  My love affair with pancakes was a gradual process.  I wasn't particularly fond of it when I was younger because I found it too sweet.  Back then, the only pancake recipe I know was the ready-to-cook kind.  A premix sort of thing where you just have to add egg and water and voila, an instant pancake batter!

And then, I fell in love with crepes - a cousin of pancakes.  A previous colleague's sister owns a cafe which specializes in crepes, Cafe Breton.  One time, she invited us to the place and had us try some of their bestsellers.  Ang sarap!  I was in crepe heaven.  So that started my fondness with crepes, waffles, and pancakes.

One day, my friend Diniblini invited me to her place to try this recipe she saw online.  It was my first time to make pancakes from scratch!  Yeah I know, I was clueless to how easy it was.  And it tasted way better :) Had I known that it was that easy, man....

Banana pancakes with lemon cocounut curd and bacon 

So this is the banana pancakes that we tried.  It was GOOD and the lemon curd was WAAAY BETTER than the ones I have tried in restaurants.  So I promised to make one myself.

My version of pancake with lemon coconut curd

Which I did.  It was good but err...I put too much lemon juice :D But I was proud of myself for making this because I didn't have the proper utensils but with a bit of resourcefulness, it turned out well.  The method required cooking the curd in a heatproof pan but I used my glass lunchbox instead and placed in on top of a makeshift steamer.  I thought that the glass will not get hot as compared to a regular pan, but I was wrong with my guess. So I was worried that the curd will not be cooked as how it was supposed to but in the end, it did :)

Pancake with grape sauce

This was made because I had a terrible waffle at one of the places in Dhoby Gaut.  I forgot the name of the place but their waffle was filled with whipped cream on top and extremely sweet raspberry jam. Major fail.   Since I had grapes which has been sitting in the fridge for about two weeks I think, I thought of making grape sauce.  I also experimented on the pancake, put all sorts of stuff on it: self-raising flour, baking soda, baking powder.  I wished I didnt haha It was chewy, seemed like a very thick crepe.


I made this one just this morning. I still had a lot of banana so I mashed it and mixed it into my usual pancake batter (plain flour, cinnamon, sugar, salt, milk, egg, butter).  I also added oatmeal in it. And it turned out good.  The buko shake was a result of my sister's recent obsession with her blender.

So if you're like me who's tired of store-bought pancake mixes, try making it from scratch.  It's easy and way better :)

I dont know what's happening but my photos turn out sideways when posted.

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Solitary happiness

I went to school for the health screening exercise today.  As usual, everything was so efficient.  The entire process was done in 30 minutes.  I was planning to go to the library after that, to finish the book that I was reading which is very engaging by the way, but the UT bus came so I opted to go to UTown instead.

I ordered a plate of Nasi Lemak and a cup of coffee and sat down at one of the wooden tables by the edge of the canteen.  That's my favorite spot.  At first, the sun was hiding behind the clouds, occasionally coming out giving a nice warm glow.

Breakfast scene
I savored my breakfast.  I spent about 45 minutes eating it while appreciating the beauty right before my eyes - a wide patch of green field.  It seemed so inviting to go in the middle, lie down and gaze at the sky...or close your eyes and just feel the grass underneath.  But there were sprinklers.  Maybe I'll just go to the other side of the field and sit on one of the lounge chairs there.

Ultimate people
A couple started playing ultimate.  After a few throws, one girl joined in.  This is one of the things that fascinates me with sports.  It's porous, so welcoming, even for strangers.  And then another guy joined in.  Eventually, there were ten of them playing.  I dont know how to play that sport.  It seemed that there are many different rules.  One time they were just tossing the "plate" at each other.  Another time, they were grouped in twos.  And then there was one in the middle. Seemed like an interesting game.

The Malay auntie sitting two tables in front approached me and asked me to help her adjust her phone settings.  When her son calls, she cant hear it.  She's like my mother, she doesnt know how to tinker her phone :)

The sun is shining brighter now.  Im gonna stay here for a bit and read.

I finished reading "And the mountains echoed" at 1230.  By that time, those playing ultimate came into the canteen for lunch.


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Good Customer Service

If there is an award for being the most pleasant canteen crew at NUS, I will definitely vote for the Middle Eastern stall team at The Terrace (Biz).  More than being efficient, I think their charm lies in their ability to make you feel that you’re not just another customer; rather, you’re THE CUSTOMER when they’re attending to you.  What do I mean?  Now that Im writing about it, I find it difficult to explain...

Maybe it’s the unhurried  way they talk to you?  The way they say Ma’am?  The way they engage in small talks?  The way they politely inform you that heating your bread will make it tough but if you insist, they will heat it for you and remind you to try eating it immediately before it becomes tough? Or the act of giving you a free falafel to try, perhaps?  Or maybe the smile they give you?  I don’t know.  I just know that buying from that stall is always a pleasant experience.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

mao cai

So last Tuesday, I prepared this nice sandwich for lunch.  I put salami on a 6-inch baguette, toasted it and dumped brie cheese, mixed greens, tomato and avocado on it.  I also made a decent-tasting honey-mustard dressing to top it off.  It was good!  I was looking forward to having it for lunch.

So lunchtime came and we went to PGP.  My colleague went to one of the stalls to buy food while I went to find a seat.  It took her some time to come back and since I was already hungry, I had a bite or two of my sandwich.

When she came back, this is what she has.  A steaming bowl of noodles! (She said that they dont call it noodles. Ok, my bad.)  She let me try it and it was good!  A bit spicy but good! So, I kept my sandwich for afternoon snack and had this bowl of noodles too :)

mao cai at PGP canteen
Mai cai is a mixture of noodles, tofu, beancurd skin, bean sprouts, potato, seaweed, lotus root, cauliflower and food-whose-names-I-havent-heard-of, in soup.  The taste is a bit spicy and sour, if you put vinegar, which how my colleague does it.  At first, I think the combination of varying taste from the different ingredients makes it a bit confusing but after a few minutes of gulping the soup down, you can appreciate the cacophony of taste in your tongue.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Ely and my friends


Image from web

It started with a simple “Gi!!! J” from whatsapp.

In an instant, I knew there was something big going on in Manila.

This was followed by my friend telling me that I should be there, sharing the moment with them and asking me to sign in at Skype.

With that, the excitement crept in. What could it be?  Is it about lovelife? Did one of my friends decide on a date for her wedding? Did someone get engaged?  Did someone get a promotion? 

Upon seeing three of my friends in Skype, the usual high-pitched greetings came in. Damn, I miss them so much! I didn’t even ask how each one was.  I went straight to “So, what’s up? What’s the big deal?”

And they kind of swayed away and told me short stories about other things.  But I wanted to know what the emergency meeting was for!  They told me to look at the person at the end of the screen – which I thought was the one at the end of the table. But there was none. So I thought that maybe one of them had someone special with them, and she wanted to introduce him to me.  But there was none. 

Then the camera was passed to another friend who told me to look closely at the person sitting at the adjacent table.  But, bummer, the video quality was BAD.  So I couldn’t see who that person was. 

Finally, after many attempts, I learned that the person was Ely Buendia.

Fifteen years ago, I was head over heels in love over Ely Buendia and the Eraserheads.  Until now, I love the band. But I no longer go gaga over them. 

So my friends were surprised that I didn’t jump up and down upon knowing that it was him.  So I told them that I was really touched at their gesture, but I was more excited to see them than Ely.

The preceding days before that call, I was so down.  But that call made such a huge impact.  It highlighted the magic of presence and friends.  Just a simple act of thoughtfulness is heartmelting. And having a (probably) 15-minute chat is enough to refill my love tank.

It’s not Ely who uplifted my spirits. It was my friends.  I love them.

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Intricacies


Last Tuesday, I dreamt about my father.  He was in the hospital (like how it is in a lot of me and my siblings' dreams).  He was complaining that he can't breathe so I looked for the doctor.  Two doctors came and explained that his veins in the stomach were intertwined.  The doctors then asked me what my father's name's spelling was.  Was it h-e-r-l-e? To which I replied h-e-r-l-y and suddenly realized that my father's name was neither of them so I looked at the paper they gave me.  And there, typewritten was the name of my mother and herlyn.  Upon seeing that name, it struck me, that it was our half-sister's name  so I looked at him (that was not actually her exact name.  and now i vaguely remember, those names were written under beneficiaries).  And then I saw him sobbing, saying sorry. I hugged him in return, cried with him, saying it's ok.  I woke up very very sad.  I think I was even crying.

I dont know what to make of that dream.  Initially, I took it as his way of telling me that he wants us to maintain a connection with our sister.  But I honestly am not very comfortable with me making the first move.  So I prayed that if that was what he really wanted, one FB message from her will do.

My family and friends have been helping me process that dream/experience.  One friend thought that it could be a form form of closure.  I agree.  It could be that too.  My family is not the type who openly talks about each other's feelings.  I guess our love language is more of service/presence, not words.  I knew he has been sorry for it.  And I hope that by looking after him, I was able to show that Ive forgiven him.

My mother told me not to feel guilty for not reaching out to our half-sister.  What happened was not my fault.  My sister said that I am entitled to my own feelings. My brother in-law said that we could try writing to the kid, telling her how my father was as a father because that may just be what she wants, to know him more. Meeting him is another story, because she is a kid.  He thinks that it will be better to wait a bit longer until she becomes an adult so that all of us could process this better.  I think I will do that.  I pray that it will help me get off that heavy feeling in my chest.

Another message I think was for me deal with things that I have been putting off for quite some time.

Dreams are really interesting.


Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Welcoming 2014 as an adult


my $2 notebook for 2013
This year, my plans are pretty personal which makes it awkward for a public platform. But I strongly feel about a few things that so Im writing them down here.

To STOP READING PSYCHOLOGICAL/SELF-HELP articles/blogs/books. Except for Mark Manson’s.  I think a huge part of 2013’s challenges were due to these stuff.  I wanted to become a better person so I read those kinds of literature.  But at the end, I realised that they were not for me.  Sure, I may have picked up a thing or two.  But for the most part, the effect on me was not what I hoped for.  I became cautious and paranoid about some of my interactions because I was always thinking of how my action would impact on other people.  I became more judgmental on myself and other people because I was trying to label people based on those books’ categories.  (this is my biggest problem with self-help books. They put people into boxes and put label as if the personality of an individual can be summed up in just one label.  They tell you to stay away from such and such kind of people and be like this and that that you sometimes tend to forget who you really are).   And I didn’t like that.  I prefer hanging out with people because I genuinely like them and not because I could get something from them or they could help me with something.  And I will still hang out with sad people because if positive/normal people (pun intended) would always avoid them, what good does it do?  Which brings me to the point that Mark Manson’s blog is an exception.  Because he stresses that it’s ok to be sad, and critical, and imperfect, and flawed at times because that’s life. We cant always be happy, and positive, and perfect! And that’s perfectly ok!

Deal with things that I have been putting off for a few years now.  I have to prove to myself that I can deal with life.  Avoiding difficult situations in my 20s can be forgiveable.  But I think that doing the same in my 30s is a bit off. I will forever be stuck in a 20s mind set if I keep on doing such.  And it is a terrible  injustice to the One who has been giving me countless number of chances.

To write something about living abroad/being an OFW.  Not about one of those how-travel-has-changed-my-life stories but about living outside of the country itself.  And have it published in Rappler, or Inquirer, or somewhere where articles are screened by an editor.  I know that I can write decent materials but I never considered myself as a very good writer.  So when I heard straight from my boss’ mouth that I write very good *blush* (I can be gullible about compliments), I thought that hey, I need to be more serious about this skill and improve it J

To publish at least one blog post in a week

Learn something technical that could help me with my job.  Be it in writing, or advanced Excel analysis, or coding, or LaTeX. As long as it is something technical that I can write in my CV.

Build a decent wardrobe.  Since maybe half or 2/3 of what I wear are my sister’s clothes, I think that it is time that I buy my own.

To limit idle weekends to at least once a month.  I have had weekends that didn’t feel like weekends at all because  I was busy.  And I also had those which I cherished because I did nothing but listen to bossa nova-jazz mixes on 8tracks.  But I noticed that if I have the latter in two consecutive weeks, it doesn’t feel so good at all.  So, I better minimize it.

So there, may 2014 be a productive, happy, sad, big, and perfectly ok year!

2013: The year that was

This post was inspired by a video that teaches bullet journaling.  It’s a mundane one but it had a profound effect on me because it helped me look at last year with fresher eyes and plan concrete actions on what to do for this year.

So what happened last year?  Well, except for the lovelife part, I managed to cross out a lot of items on my list. And realised a lot of things about life.

I deliberately chose to do more activities.  I volunteered to teach – something which I have long been wanting to do even when I was still in Manila but wasn’t able to do since I didn’t have time.  I did pilates, kickboxing, pilates again and continued swimming.

I started building up my emergency fund.  And I even placed a decent amount in my investment portfolio even if my plan was just to read about it.  This is one of my main achievements for the past year because this event did not just teach me about money but also taught me about empowerment, helping out, giving back, and faith.

I underwent an executive medical check and found out that Im in pretty good shape.  Aside from the occasional fevers, I have never been sick in my entire life so the idea of going through a comprehensive medical screening sometimes freaks me out.  So when some people were telling me that I was losing weight, I became anxious and thought that I may be sick.  And then I started to feel things and became anxious about dying (yeah, the brain is a really powerful tool).  And then I realised that I don’t wanna die just yet and prayed really hard that if Im healthy, Ill get rid of all my useless anxiety and be more useful to the world instead.  So to get rid of my anxiety, I closed my eyes and called up St. Lukes. One week later, I found out that there was nothing to worry about.

I went to Australia!  Actually, the Aussie trip was not just a travel feat for me.  In fact, I went not primarily for traveling but to take a break and refill my ‘love tank’.  Two weeks of being with family and nature, and having had daily doses of hugs and kisses from my niece and nephew, and the feeling of being taken care of as a younger sister again, provided that much needed boost of energy.  Being in a new environment also made me refocus on what really matters in the long run.  Furthermore, the trip made me realise that traveling is a way for me to relax, but will never be my life goal.  Yes, I would still like to see new places, meet new people, explore new cultures and food but that would be ON THE SIDE and will not be my sole purpose in life.

On relationships, I realised that one really needs to be strong as a person to start and to maintain one. I think. (Im such a late bloomer) One has to decide and choose to do it, otherwise, it will never happen.  Sometimes the magic moment doesn’t present itself in an obvious manner but cloaks itself with ‘ordinariness’.   It doesn’t matter if you have full knowledge of all the pros and cons – cos you’ll never reach that stage anyway.  Difficult, awkward situations are abound.  And they’re perfectly ok.

Professionally, I think that I became more serious in what I do because I wanted to become a better researcher.  There was no pressure from someone else.  Or on a second thought, I think it’s the idea that I could lose my job anytime which drove me to do better in what I do.  And after I made that decision, I noticed that my job was better than what I thought it to be at first.  The professional growth is still in question but knowing the social significance of my work helped me a lot in doing my everyday tasks.  Looking at the same data over and over again also taught me to be more patient and responsible. Because that’s life anyway, we can run away from difficult and boring things in the short-term but they will always come back to haunt us and we will have no other recourse but to face them.  So it’s better to face them head on when they come the first time.  So that you’ll get used to them and become better the next time you have those encounters.  I think Im becoming a bit cryptic here but I hope you get what I want to say.

We can always plan our lives but let’s also welcome surprises.  I read this from Conrado de Quiros and I think it makes a lot of sense.  He wrote about it in a political aspect but I think it’s very helpful in shaping the way we approach the uncertainty of life.  He recalled that before the 2010 presidential election, Filipinos thought that the future of the nation was hopeless because we were certain that either Villar or Estrada will win.  But Aquino announced his bid and the rest was history.  (I voted for Gordon. I still wished that he won.  But seeing that Aquino’s victory brought a renewed sense of hope among Filipinos compelled me to agree with De Quiros’ point.  Although now, everything is debatable).  So lets plan but let’s also remember the fact that life and God has a lot of surprises for us.  If we feel down, let’s bank on those surprises.  If we feel that we are up there, let us wish for those surprises.  Certainly, they will help us keep our balance.

We should always give second chances. To durian. To indian food. And most importantly to ourselves and to other people because, well, we don’t always get it right the first time.

Ok. So my thoughts were pretty scattered in summing up last year’s events.  Maybe because 2013 was also complicated.  But maybe, my biggest realization is that, I should pat myself on the back because 2013 didn’t go to waste.  But it also showed me that the things that I have been busy with are the things that I imagined of doing ON THE SIDE.  I am not working on what I should have been FOCUSING ON. So, this year, I’ll work on that. And I hope that, I’ll have the courage, wisdom, right attitude, and faith to do that.

Thanks 2013.  It’s been fun.