Evert: XXVI on the 26th

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Truth be told, he wasn’t always weird like that. Just like everyone else, he started as a seemingly normal baby.

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bath time

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Normal right?
Has a normal big sister too.

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And a seemingly regular family.

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Then he grew up. So did his sister.

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And my, have they grown.

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Then he got a Mini Me.

Sven: His father's son

Sven: His father’s son

A blessing and a little version of himself.

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So you think he’d stop being weird, right?

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Well, sometimes he does.

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Cheers to my favorite brother in the world. The only one I’ve got anyway.

My frenemy but truly my bestest friend ever.
The chef and butler.
The entertainer.
The babyiest of babies, but second only to Sventypoo.

I love you to the moon and back.

Celebrate life and continue to be grateful for all the blessings you have.
I pray for your guidance and for you to realize your dreams soon.

Always choose to be happy.
And when all else fails, just sing Total Eclipse of the Heart.

Happy birthday! Many happy returns of the day.

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Buffet Expectations

Kangaroo Jack SM Manila

Kangaroo Jack SM Manila

I admit that I often find myself preferring quantity over quality, case in point, lousy buffets. To be more specific, Kangaroo Jack.

Monday after lunch, I have dragged my brother to SM Manila after I confused my DFA appointment from 18 to 8. The heat outside was a fraction beneath unbearable and we both had growling stomachs, not to mention him being pissed for my oversight. We wanted to scout the restos inside the mall but didn’t have the energy to do so. Then we saw Kangaroo Jack’s buffet, and the place being almost empty was kind of inviting for me. We’ve actually been to Kangaroo Jack before, and we know the quality of their food or the lack of it. But we were starving and we want a feast but don’t know where to find Cabalen. Plus my brother and I are non-believers of delayed gratification. Buffet is Php 220, which is really cheap for a buffet.

The pluses are:

1. Coffee Jelly Dessert

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2. Turon

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3. Pork Adobo (I think)

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4. Chicken Macaroni ( Neutral taste, which makes it a plus)

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5. Almost empty place

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6. Clean Restroom

"No, not the restroom" Photo source: dekaphobe.com

“No, not the restroom” Photo source: dekaphobe.com

 

 

The minuses are:

1. Nachos Sans Beef

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2. Unremarkable Pasta

Pesto and Spaghetti

Pesto and Spaghetti

3. Uninteresting Bread

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4. Bland Fish Fillet

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5. Fried Chicken

Photo source: baffledchichi.blogspot.com

Photo source: baffledchichi.blogspot.com

6. Chicken Afritada

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7. Overly Diluted Red Tea

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8. Sad Excuse For a Pizza

Photo source: ph.openrice.com

Photo source: ph.openrice.com

9. Nausea-inducing Swirlies on the Wall

Evert contemplating another trip to the buffet table

Evert contemplating another trip to the buffet table

So overall, I won’t recommend KJ’s buffet unless you’re starving and don’t know of any other buffet places in the vicinity.

Easter Sunday And All Things Celebratory

Photo source: coolwindsresidences.com

Photo source: coolwindsresidences.com

My Mom was a devout catholic and raised us to observe the lenten tradition. Easter Sunday is widely celebrated in the whole christendom and I remember my Mom waking us up at dawn and dragging us to church for the “sugat” (in Waray) or “salubong” in Tagalog. The event includes Virgin Mary meeting/reuniting with the resurrected Christ with young girls in white singing hymns and throwing flowers to the parishioners. When I was in fifth and sixth grade, I became one of those girls. I remember being so excited to wear a white dress and carry my little basket of flowers like a three-year old flower girl in a wedding.

Just like many catholics (or Christians, for that matter). the whole meaning of Easter was lost on me. To me, Easter marks the end of lent, meaning we can eat meat again and that it was the culmination of the weeklong prayer vigils, stations of the cross, novenas and processions.Surely, those are more than enough reasons for a celebration. The resurrection of Christ is still a mystery to me as is his death and its significance. They keep saying we are celebrating the living God, the ever loving God, the one who loves us unconditionally and has given up His life so that we may be saved.

I want to celebrate Easter the way I did when I was 10 and was wearing a white dress and carrying a basket of flowers. But I can’t. I’m way past innocence and has mourned the church I grew up in. Why is the church who preaches about love condemns the gays? Why wouldn’t it allow women to have choices regarding their own health and well being? Why is it covering up its own transgressions? How can they continue protecting the priests and other church officials who have molested children? How can the church be so wealthy when they preach about being humble and meek and renouncing worldly possessions?

Photo source: gstatic.com

Photo source: gstatic.com

Easter is a new beginning. New beginnings give us hope. Hope is the light that guides us in the darkness that we live in. When everything else is gray and cold, we can hold on to that hope. We can hope that one day things will change for the better. We can hope that one day we would be closer to equality. But until then, we have to do our share and stop bigotry, condemn abuses and respect women and their choices. And when that day comes, I’d probably wear a white dress and carry a basket of flowers.

Happy Easter, everyone!

Of Feasts and Goodbyes

I’ve known Joboy since we were in diapers.

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I grew up with him in Hagonoy. His Mom is my mother’s best friend. Job and I have been roommates for almost four years now. I’m used to having him around: late night TV, junk food bingeing in the middle of the night and bonding over GPS green tea. Needless to say, he’s like a brother from another mother.

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Last night, we threw a dinner party for him because he’s leaving for abroad on Tuesday. Just like most of our childhood friends, he has decided to pursue better career opportunities abroad. Will surely gonna miss him.

There was also another reason why we had dinner last night, to celebrate the feast day of Saint Lorenzo Ruiz. He’s the patron saint of Hagonoy.

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I haven’t been home for 9 years now, and I miss it so bad. Hopefully I could go home this summer.

Back home, they still celebrate fiesta the grand way with lots of food, people, mass, music and dancing. And since it was a tradition we have observed since we were kids, we still do it now even if we’re far from home. So we had pasta, sisig, grilled pork chop, chocolate mousse and wine. The gesture made us feel closer to home.

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Sorry, last photo taken using tablet and so blurry.

St. Lorenzo Ruiz photo from livesofsaints.tripod.com.

Happy Valentine’s Y’all

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Today is one of the most celebrated days in the whole Hallmarkdom. Seriously, practically everything has been written about today. So I just want to reach out to the single people out there to not feel too alone. Today could really get too harsh if you’re too concerned about your relationship status. Or the lack of it. I’m not going to elaborate on how your family and your friends love you because you know that already. Or maybe not. If so, this is an auspicious day for you to reflect on that. And for the couples out there, well, other than the cliche, “celebrate your love,” I have got nothing else but a tiny request, please don’t shove it in our throats. We get it, okay?

Happy Valentine’s.
May this day turn out better than you expect it to be.

Love,
Jobet

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Monday The Magnificent

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I haven’t been anti-Monday for a few years now. And it feels great. Gone is the dread on Sunday night. I don’t worry unnecessarily on how the coming week would turn out. Not that I stopped caring, I just become more accepting of the fact that work starts on a Monday. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I actually get a high on Mondays. And yes, all because of those kind of cliches in the self-help genre, namely, new start, new things, new tasks.

So before I alienate you all from my blog, let me shift gears and talk about the weekend instead. I hope yours was as good as mine or even better. I was pretty pleased with my weekend because I got to accomplish a lot on my to-do list. I got a few ones unfinished but then I’m not perfect. First off, groceries done. My brother and I would survive the next 2 weeks, hopefully, with our stock. Next is the laundry, of which 90% was taken care of my brother. Hey, he’s temporarily unemployed, ergo, he has to do 98% of the household chores. Says who? Says me, that is. Then, my bedroom is clean and organized again. Fresh sheets, cosmetics in their proper places, clothes neatly stacked and hanged in the closet. TV and DVD player surfaced dusted. Still wonder how and where it got so much dust. And did I mention fresh sheets? One of the best things in life, right? Also, Skyped with my cousin, Ves. He’s in Canada and is my favorite cousin. Skyping with him is a major feat. Hello, video call! Then there was the Chinese New Year’s party we celebrated midnight of the 10th. We had pizza, wine and lava cake. Hail, S&R for our food.

Now we come to the weekend’s highlight, which is one of my passion and yet also happens to be one of my fears, writing. I started blogging last year but stopped after a few entries. I just couldn’t do it. I came up with a hundred and one crappy excuses not to do it. Shoved it at the back of my mind and drown the thought before it could resurface. But I’ve recently resolved that I want to do this again, and more importantly, I want to do this every chance I could get. Anyway, my passion for writing and the lack of it sometimes is a topic reserved for a different entry or entries.

In the meantime, I’ll be working and ticking out my to-do list today while Monday, the magnificent bast**ard, hovers over my shoulder before heading off to a corner to sit and mind his own business.

Have a great week, mates!

PS. Would love to hear about your weekend, too. I’m sure mine’s pretty plain and vanilla compared to some of you. Not that I’m complaining. 🙂

Photo courtesy of http://www.cosplay.ph/gallery/index.php/Cosplay-Snapshots-Project/2010/Miku-Hatsune-jump-high

Breakfast Epiphany

Breakfast Epiphany

You know how it is when you’re totally convinced that it’s just another uneventful day and then wham! you bump into something and your life is changed forever. And I mean forever.

So after devoting time reading and blogging two entries, I had to drag myself out of bed because I can no longer ignore my grumbling stomach. I was thinking oatmeal because I’m not exactly the most devoted cook in the morning. Plus I’m not exactly keen on reheating leftover food from the Chinese new year “party” last night. Too much effort for lazy old me. So I opened the fridge after mouthing a silent prayer that I’d find some surprise food there fit for breakfast and more exciting than oatmeal. Hmmm. Tons of veggies Evert grabbed from the grocery because he thought they were cheap. My brother and I really like to pretend we eat healthy. Then there was the wine left from the new year’s eve party, not the Chinese new year but the Jan 1 party. I really should throw it out. Wrinkled blueberries. They got crinkly after that first time they got thawed. They had looked lonely since then. Miracle Whip. Oh wait, we have roasted chicken from last night. Can I dip it in Miracle Whip? Mmm. No, thanks. Not in the mood for cold chicken. That’s when I saw the leftover pizza neatly stacked on the big blue plate covered with my fave swirly red plate. Who says you can’t have leftover pizza for breakfast?

So cold pizza and milk for breakfast. It’s like the biggest discovery I’ve had since that time I found out I’ve been tying my shoelaces wrong. You can have junk food for breakfast because sometimes you have to show your tummy who’s boss. And you can’t do worse than cold pizza and milk. I’m pretty sure that in some parallel universe, it’s the breakfast of champions.