Feb 23, 2017

my version of '12 years a slave'

two years of deceit
the knife cuts clean through my soul
how can you still live?

that was my post slightly over a decade ago. 

this year ...



Feb 21, 2017

after running errands (yes, there's a bank open on sundays), i was ravenous. i couldn't wait for sekitori to open at 6 p.m. so, i decided to eat where i was. the day before, my friend and i wanted to try ooma. She messaged me early in the morning to say that her migraine chose to make a special appearance and because it misses her, decided to say with her that day. so, scrap ooma plans. 

but since i was in megamall, might as well try. at around 3:15 p.m., there was no line and a couple of tables empty so, i was ushered to my table. i browsed the menu, ordered the steak aburi maki and buta kakuni udon. i was right about my orders - delicious!

but i'm getting ahead of myself because of all the days, that day was the day i didn't take note of the waiter's name. 

after taking my orders, he left. i contemplated on eating the LAVA cheese tarts i bought but thought it would be rude to eat them there. so, i brought out my journal and began to write. 

that's a problem. sometimes, when i write, i lose track of time. it was only when i looked up and saw that a couple in the next section, seated almost 30 minutes after me, were served their orders. 

i was curious so i told the waiter, "pa follow-up ng orders ko, please" 

the waiter asked the bar and "looked" for my order, came back to me and asked if i placed my order.

oh no. 

i answered yes, and asked if my order was missing. he must've detected annoyance because he asked me to wait, asked other waiters and then came back asking for what i ordered.

i refused to answer the question because i knew that my order was taken. in fact, i asked for the waiter's recommendation and he read back my orders to me. so i knew, he took them down. i guess that's all he did.

i still refused to answer the question and kept asking him, if my order was missing. i recognized the waiter who took my order and said he took my order.

at that point, beth came up to me and took over the conversation. i told her my orders haven't arrived and she went 'to look' for my order. she came back saying that the first order wasn't of good quality so they were cooking another 'batch.' nice one. 

after a couple of minutes, my aburi maki came, with profuse apologies from beth. 




i enjoyed it. i really did. the steak aburi maki isn't like the typical maki i order. rice, steak, i suspect some leeks (or onions), all rolled up and topped with more steak. fantastic! it's soft, crunchy, smoky ... delicious. 

then came my buta kakuni udon. still with profuse apologies from beth. at first, it looked like a hodge podge of ingredients; i saw radish slices, young corn, onions, tofu cubes (?), buta, and udon noodles. but when i dug into that steaming bowl of noodles, i groaned inwardly. it was so flavorful! i guess that was the kakuni jus. the buta (pork belly) was so tender. first, i picked up noodles and some veggies. umami! then a radish slice. crisp, sharp, pungent. then i mixed everything and invited myself to the party. fantastic play on flavors and assault on your senses. you smell, taste, and imagine the ingredients. well, at least i did. 




as i asked for the bill, beth was still very attentive. she apologized again for the mishap, asked me if it was my first time at ooma. i said yes, and that the mishap was understandable but i wished it didn't have to happen on that day of all days. i stopped myself short of saying it was my birthday. 

will i go back? definitely ... there are other aburi makis, udon bowls and dishes to savor. personally, it's the food that would make me go back to or even try a restaurant. and ooma, you've got them, you definitely do.

and next time, i'll take note of the waiter who takes my (our) orders.

Jul 14, 2014

Apr 29, 2014

the lonely

2 a.m., where do I begin?
Crying off my face again
The silent sounds of loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed


I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well


Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again


Too afraid to go inside
For the pain of one more loveless night
But the loneliness will stay with me
And hold me 'til I fall asleep


I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well


Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again


Broken pieces of
A barely breathing story
Where there once was love
Now there's only me and the lonely


Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again





Apr 10, 2014

Mar 29, 2014




don't forget.
do your part for mother earth.


Mar 22, 2014

Mar 17, 2014

update



check out my last accessory ... specs. *sigh*

february 26, 2014 - march 9, 2014

(yup. i lost  my glasses. i know, i'm stupid.) 

Mar 10, 2014

spoiled rotten :-)

i haven't gotten over the gift yet :) 

you see not only is it because of someone's generosity, but the effort. and i'm not talking about the effort of "securing" the gift with scotch tape.

it would've been easy to just give the device to me. but no, my friend r isn't like that. 

the e-reader comes with 90 pre-loaded e-books. 

all from her own digital collection and some she downloaded for me. 

that's what makes it all the more special. the effort and time put into the gift. 

thank you r. remember, you can "ignore" me on my next name day too. :)  :)  :)

Mar 9, 2014

spoiled

i am a spoiled brat. i'm spoiled by family and friends. spoiled and surprised. wonderfully surprised.

i love to read. i'm not a voracious reader by common standards, but i do love to read. i no longer have hundreds of books (thanks to habagat 2012) and i've really stopped buying books but i still love to read. 

fast forward to this weekend when i met up with one of my closest friends, r. we didn't meet before or right after my birthday. before saturday, she made sure we'd meet - texting and confirming every now and then.

we had our first coffee of the day, then after apologizing for the 'silence' on my name day, she hands me a gift bag. 

my first thought, "it's a bit heavy"

second thought, "you practically sealed it with a roll of tape"

third thought while taking off the tape "there's a box"

after opening half of the bag "oh ..."

after opening it all the way and putting my hand in the bag "OH MY GOD!"



i've finished "percy jackson the lightning thief" and started neil gaiman's "ocean at the end of the lane."

thank you r. thank you ❤