“Palakpakan natin si Alec! May dugo siyang bayani!” (Let’s clap our hands for Alec! He has hero’s blood in his veins!)
Such was the reaction of my son’s teacher in grade two when, during a lesson on World War II, my son told them that his great grandfather was in the Bataan Death March and survived it.
He was maybe only five years old when we went to Ayala Museum to see the dioramas. When we got to the diorama showing the Death March, he asked which soldier shown was his lolo.
I don’t have much memory of my paternal grandfather, Lolo Arturo, except for the fact that he always smiled, put me on his lap, and he would smell like an old man whenever I made mano. I remember one stormy night, he went to our house and slept over since the streets were flooded and he couldn’t go home. Shortly after, he passed away. I was 10 years old and in grade 4.
There was a Philippine flag draped on his coffin, and I asked why it was so. Someone told me that he was a sundalo (soldier). During the interment, there was a gun salute, and I was so scared and bewildered why the soldiers had to fire their guns. Everyone was already crying and the guns just rattled more nerves, I thought.
It was later on that I learned from my dad that my lolo was not just a sundalo. He was a hero. He was already in the military when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and World War II started. Hastily, my father was fetched from Batangas City where he was studying to see my lolo off in the town of Tuy as his unit was being deployed. My dad said his mother, my Lola Silvina, and his siblings were crying as he left.
The last stand of the Philippine and American forces was done in Bataan in 1942, and when the Japanese pressed on, the Filipino and American soldiers led by Maj. Gen. Edward “Ned” P. King Jr. were forced to surrender. About 75,000 of them were made to walk some 100 kilometers from Mariveles, Bataan to San Fernando, Pampanga for almost a week with no food and water, and from there, they were either herded on trucks or walked again to Capas, Tarlac. The weak and dying were left for dead on the road, or bayoneted to death, or worse, beheaded on the spot.
My lolo survived the Death March. He was a prisoner of war in Capas. When he got out, he joined the guerrilla movement, and so did my dad, who was 14 then.
Last week, Japan, through its ambassador to Washington Ichiro Fujisaki , offered a personal apology to survivors of the Bataan Death March during World War II during a gathering of Bataan Death March survivors in San Antonio, Texas. Fujisaki apologized for “having caused tremendous damage and suffering to many people, including prisoners of war, those who have undergone tragic experiences,” according to a report published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer today.
My lolo is no longer around to hear that apology. I don't know if he would, but he probably would accept that apology if he were here today.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…a time to kill and a time to heal” (Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 3). Now is the time to heal.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: This week I'm reading Life Management for Busy Women by Elizabeth George. It offers practical tips for managing one's spirit, soul, home, money, mind, ministry, an social life. I'm learning a lot from this book.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: The earth is the LORD's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it. Psalm 24:1
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Uto-uto
I was looking at the other blogs on inquirer.net today and chanced upon the post "KC Concepcion: 'I Love Blogging' on the Blog Addicts blog. KC's first blog entry on her Multiply site, the article said, was about the Subservient Chicken.
Hmmm. Intriguing. And so I went to the Subservient Chicken link.
True enough, the Subservient Chicken can do whatever you want--like how its sponsor Burger King can do your order the way you want it ("Have it your way" is their tagline). To date, I have commanded the Subservient Chicken to jump, run, yodel, wave bye, do jumping jacks, scratch, and even reach his toes. And he did them all. Uto-uto.
This is a great two-minute stress buster for the harried mom who can't get her young child to brush his teeth, change into pajamas, eat vegetables, pack up toys, feed the dog, put on slippers, and so on. For two minutes, there's someone who will obey your every command. Bliss! :)
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." Hebrews 13:5
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Thanks to some time to kill, I picked up the little book Stressed in the City: Snippets of the Lighter Side of the Urban Jungle (written by my grad school classmate April Timbol Yap) at National Bookstore last month. By page 2 I was already chuckling at the cat crossing the flyover ("Where did it come from? Where was it going? And why for heaven's sake did it need to use the flyover?") and laughing hard by the time she told the story of the vendor selling beds on the streets ("Miss, gusto n'yong bumili ng kama?"). :)
Hmmm. Intriguing. And so I went to the Subservient Chicken link.
True enough, the Subservient Chicken can do whatever you want--like how its sponsor Burger King can do your order the way you want it ("Have it your way" is their tagline). To date, I have commanded the Subservient Chicken to jump, run, yodel, wave bye, do jumping jacks, scratch, and even reach his toes. And he did them all. Uto-uto.
This is a great two-minute stress buster for the harried mom who can't get her young child to brush his teeth, change into pajamas, eat vegetables, pack up toys, feed the dog, put on slippers, and so on. For two minutes, there's someone who will obey your every command. Bliss! :)
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you." Hebrews 13:5
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Thanks to some time to kill, I picked up the little book Stressed in the City: Snippets of the Lighter Side of the Urban Jungle (written by my grad school classmate April Timbol Yap) at National Bookstore last month. By page 2 I was already chuckling at the cat crossing the flyover ("Where did it come from? Where was it going? And why for heaven's sake did it need to use the flyover?") and laughing hard by the time she told the story of the vendor selling beds on the streets ("Miss, gusto n'yong bumili ng kama?"). :)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wishing for a techie streak
This is one of those days when I wish I were techie. I am at Figaro at The Podium sipping a cup of barako coffee tinkering with Chinky’s tiny Asus Eee PC, that little contraption which seems so heaven sent as it fits the bag of a busy journalist on the go.
Or so I thought.
Despite the wireless connection icon saying I’m connected via AccessZone for the past 22 minutes (signal strength low), I cannot access Yahoo or Gmail. To amuse myself, I opened Microsoft Word to write this little piece, but it’s the Vista version, and I cannot decipher why I cannot type past the header. All these text that you’re reading—they are in the header. How to get out of this header, I don’t know yet, as Mozilla Firefox says it still can’t connect to the server.
Oh well.
It makes for a cool thing to do, though, writing on this tiny equipment at a coffee shop. Makes me feel Hemingway-like as the iconic writer wrote in coffee shops using pen and paper, and I’m here trying (operative word: trying) to make use of my time well.
I’m still inside the header by the way.
Oh well. Ok I’ll turn this thing off now and brave the monsoon rains outside. I might be able to connect to the Internet better back home.
Note: This was written September 10, 2008.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: On an overnight trip to Dagupan last December, I bought the book God's Smuggler by Brother Andrew at Book Sale for the fantastic price of P15. (Fifteen pesos!!!) I've heard about this book many many years ago and was intrigued at this Dutch missionary who smuggled Bibles to communist countries in Europe during the Cold War days. Brother Andrew's willingness to undertake dangerous trips to spread the Gospel sounds like Paul's mission to bring Christianity to Asia and Europe. May we burn with passion for God like they did.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God. Job 19:25-26
Or so I thought.
Despite the wireless connection icon saying I’m connected via AccessZone for the past 22 minutes (signal strength low), I cannot access Yahoo or Gmail. To amuse myself, I opened Microsoft Word to write this little piece, but it’s the Vista version, and I cannot decipher why I cannot type past the header. All these text that you’re reading—they are in the header. How to get out of this header, I don’t know yet, as Mozilla Firefox says it still can’t connect to the server.
Oh well.
It makes for a cool thing to do, though, writing on this tiny equipment at a coffee shop. Makes me feel Hemingway-like as the iconic writer wrote in coffee shops using pen and paper, and I’m here trying (operative word: trying) to make use of my time well.
I’m still inside the header by the way.
Oh well. Ok I’ll turn this thing off now and brave the monsoon rains outside. I might be able to connect to the Internet better back home.
Note: This was written September 10, 2008.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: On an overnight trip to Dagupan last December, I bought the book God's Smuggler by Brother Andrew at Book Sale for the fantastic price of P15. (Fifteen pesos!!!) I've heard about this book many many years ago and was intrigued at this Dutch missionary who smuggled Bibles to communist countries in Europe during the Cold War days. Brother Andrew's willingness to undertake dangerous trips to spread the Gospel sounds like Paul's mission to bring Christianity to Asia and Europe. May we burn with passion for God like they did.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God. Job 19:25-26
Friday, January 09, 2009
42
Talk about delayed reaction. It's been five days since my birthday and it just dawned on me today that I'm now 42. Forty-two????!!!!
But other than seeing signs of little wrinkles on my face and the appearance of unwanted fats elsewhere, I find no reason to feel bad about being 42. In fact, I can think of at least 42 reasons to be thankful for right now:
1. hot lunch of breaded chicken and buttered veggies
2. yummy breakfast of garlic fried rice, eggs sunny side up and dilis
3. Chippy and Coke while working on the computer (my once a week junk fix)
4. the privilege to work from home and write
5. regular writing and editing gigs
6. five dogs that keep us company
7. the desire and time to cook (I cooked stir fried beef with ginger yesterday! Wagi!)
8. the Internet--how it makes my work life better
9. Facebook and Multiply which have connected me with friends and loved ones here and abroad
10. the song "When I Think About the Lord" which pretty much sums up what I feel when I think of all He has done in my life
11. Marley & Me by John Grogan, the book I'm reading now, which amazes me for being so well written in spite of the simple topic
12. my foodie friend Erli who I eat out with about once a week or so
13. Ugly Betty, and how it makes me laugh
14. ER rerun on the Hallmark Channel
15. the free chocolate cake I got from Figaro a few days ago just because it was the week of my birthday
16. having LTO outlets at the malls, which is a relief for all of us who used to line up with the crowds at LTO offices
17. my high school batchmates at School of the Holy Spirit--still gorgeous after 25 years
18. my wacky friends from The Varsitarian -- still there even if they're all famous and successful
19. earning from blogging! Thanks, Google Adsense
20. the gardener who makes sure our flowering plants blossom. We have yellow bells, pink bougainvillea, and many others I cannot identify
21. my orthopedic bed
22. my wonderful church
23. my small group at church (also called d-group)--such big-hearted ladies
24. body massages. Every time a masseuse works on the tense knots on my back, I can't help but thank God for teaching people how to do a massage.
25. peppermint foot lotion and foot massages
26. handmade organic soaps (oatmeal, guava, watermelon...)
27. my pink little Monologue planner which can fit in my bag
28. cellphones and how they make keeping in touch a breeze
29. sisig
30. manggang hilaw at bagoong
31. Jill Sandique's pistachio sans rival
32. barako coffee
33. Japanese green tea
34. the car I drive
35. The Prayer sung by Josh Groban
36. my only kuya, Boy, who calls from Tokyo once a week at least, and his family
37. my sister Babes, who doesn't look her age, and her family
38. my sister Cecille, who can whip up a huge bowl of yummy macaroni salad, and her family
39. my dad, who is also a father figure to my son
40. my mom--it takes only a little to make her happy: a trip to the mall, lunch or dinner out, and Wowowee
41. my son who's like an old soul
42. my God, who sustains me each day and shows me how great His love is for me
Photo by Marivic Henson-Ferma, New Zealand
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg shows what good writing is all about--writing from the heart, plain and simple.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you. Hebrews 13:5
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thanksgiving
We were a day late in Manila, but it was still Thanksgiving in America yesterday, and so my son and I celebrated Thanksgiving last night. Nothing fancy, just a simple dinner, but with the holiday staple turkey as he requested.
He has always asked for turkey around this time. Two years ago, I just bought some KFC chicken and mashed potato (still an American dinner, I reasoned), but he said you’re supposed to have turkey on Thanksgiving. And so last year, I started turkey hunting in the weeks leading to Thanksgiving.
As my friends know, I’d rather eat out than buy something and cook it. Turkey seemed demanding, and so I didn’t get a whole one and attempt to roast it. Alas, only the big hotels seemed to serve turkey for Thanksgiving. Budget was tight last year, so I just bought 400 grams of turkey breast and a jar of cranberry jelly at Santi’s Delicatessen on Timog Avenue. I also went for a big order of mashed potato from KFC, and surfed the Net frantically for tips on how to cook turkey breast.
I ended up applying a salt-pepper-and-whatever-herb-on-the-pantry rub on the turkey breast steaks last year then pan-fried it in olive oil. Surprisingly, it was good.
This year, I went to TGI Friday’s expecting it to have a turkey dish I can just take home and serve at dinner. Did you know that they don’t have a single dish with turkey? I ended up ordering chicken fingers instead.
And so it was back to Santi’s for 400 grams of turkey breast and a bottle of cranberry jelly again. I applied a salt-pepper-basil rub on the turkey steak for 30 minutes, then pan-fried it in olive oil. Good thing my sister’s balikbayan boxes arrived yesterday, and so I was able to use the turkey gravy I found in one of the boxes. Perfect.
With or without turkey, I think the Philippines should have a holiday such as Thanksgiving too. There is so much to be thankful for, yet so much busyness around us that we need a reminder to stop and count our blessings. In my case alone, I have so much to thank God for: a peaceful life, a wonderful son, supportive parents, caring siblings, and nephews and nieces who make me smile and who love to discover new restaurants like I do. I thank God for letting me write and edit for a living, which is what I really want to do, after trying to obey my dad to pursue a career in finance (for the sake of the CPA title).
About that last bit, my college classmates, husband and wife Orlie and Mylene, pointed that out yesterday when I bumped into them at Friday’s. They knew I was writing, and commented that that was what I wanted to do even way back in high school (Mylene was a high school batchmate too). My other high school classmate Gezelee said the same thing when she was in town from the US a few months ago. She said, “Wow, Karen, congratulations! You did it!” She said she knew I wanted to write since back in high school and is happy I have pursued writing as a career.
Back to Orlie and Mylene. We had a good laugh after we realized we were all doing something far different from accounting, our course in college. Mylene is taking her MA in Library Science now, while Orlie just finished Nursing and is waiting to take the NCLEX. Lesson for the day: Let your kids choose their own college course, something they really want. I think it is such a blessing to be given the privilege to do what you want to do for the rest of your life.
Still there is much to be thankful for: the opportunity to work from home and be with my son more, the privilege of being with my parents at their old age (Mommy will be 78 next year and Daddy will be 80!), our hardworking helper Rose, our talkative mynah Garci (who can not only talk but beep like a car, bark like a dog, cackle like a rooster, and whistle like my sister’s driver), and our army of dogs who keep us company and scare the pusakals or pusang kalye: Joker, Jaya, Brownie, Pretty, and Pacquiao. I thank God for this home I grew up in, which, even after I lived elsewhere, is still home to me. And I thank God for the other home he’s preparing for me, the one in heaven.
Thanksgiving—have you stopped and counted your blessings?
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Give thanks to the LORD for he is good; his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1
BOOK OF THE WEEK: My high school batchmate Analyn “Anne” Arce just recently launched her romantic novel The Caped Charmer, published by Fox Literary House. What started out as an accident with coffee with a Superman-like hunk turned into a kilig love story. Not at all cheesy, but cute and engaging. Happy thoughts!
He has always asked for turkey around this time. Two years ago, I just bought some KFC chicken and mashed potato (still an American dinner, I reasoned), but he said you’re supposed to have turkey on Thanksgiving. And so last year, I started turkey hunting in the weeks leading to Thanksgiving.
As my friends know, I’d rather eat out than buy something and cook it. Turkey seemed demanding, and so I didn’t get a whole one and attempt to roast it. Alas, only the big hotels seemed to serve turkey for Thanksgiving. Budget was tight last year, so I just bought 400 grams of turkey breast and a jar of cranberry jelly at Santi’s Delicatessen on Timog Avenue. I also went for a big order of mashed potato from KFC, and surfed the Net frantically for tips on how to cook turkey breast.
I ended up applying a salt-pepper-and-whatever-herb-on-the-pantry rub on the turkey breast steaks last year then pan-fried it in olive oil. Surprisingly, it was good.
This year, I went to TGI Friday’s expecting it to have a turkey dish I can just take home and serve at dinner. Did you know that they don’t have a single dish with turkey? I ended up ordering chicken fingers instead.
And so it was back to Santi’s for 400 grams of turkey breast and a bottle of cranberry jelly again. I applied a salt-pepper-basil rub on the turkey steak for 30 minutes, then pan-fried it in olive oil. Good thing my sister’s balikbayan boxes arrived yesterday, and so I was able to use the turkey gravy I found in one of the boxes. Perfect.
With or without turkey, I think the Philippines should have a holiday such as Thanksgiving too. There is so much to be thankful for, yet so much busyness around us that we need a reminder to stop and count our blessings. In my case alone, I have so much to thank God for: a peaceful life, a wonderful son, supportive parents, caring siblings, and nephews and nieces who make me smile and who love to discover new restaurants like I do. I thank God for letting me write and edit for a living, which is what I really want to do, after trying to obey my dad to pursue a career in finance (for the sake of the CPA title).
About that last bit, my college classmates, husband and wife Orlie and Mylene, pointed that out yesterday when I bumped into them at Friday’s. They knew I was writing, and commented that that was what I wanted to do even way back in high school (Mylene was a high school batchmate too). My other high school classmate Gezelee said the same thing when she was in town from the US a few months ago. She said, “Wow, Karen, congratulations! You did it!” She said she knew I wanted to write since back in high school and is happy I have pursued writing as a career.
Back to Orlie and Mylene. We had a good laugh after we realized we were all doing something far different from accounting, our course in college. Mylene is taking her MA in Library Science now, while Orlie just finished Nursing and is waiting to take the NCLEX. Lesson for the day: Let your kids choose their own college course, something they really want. I think it is such a blessing to be given the privilege to do what you want to do for the rest of your life.
Still there is much to be thankful for: the opportunity to work from home and be with my son more, the privilege of being with my parents at their old age (Mommy will be 78 next year and Daddy will be 80!), our hardworking helper Rose, our talkative mynah Garci (who can not only talk but beep like a car, bark like a dog, cackle like a rooster, and whistle like my sister’s driver), and our army of dogs who keep us company and scare the pusakals or pusang kalye: Joker, Jaya, Brownie, Pretty, and Pacquiao. I thank God for this home I grew up in, which, even after I lived elsewhere, is still home to me. And I thank God for the other home he’s preparing for me, the one in heaven.
Thanksgiving—have you stopped and counted your blessings?
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Give thanks to the LORD for he is good; his love endures forever. Psalm 118:1
BOOK OF THE WEEK: My high school batchmate Analyn “Anne” Arce just recently launched her romantic novel The Caped Charmer, published by Fox Literary House. What started out as an accident with coffee with a Superman-like hunk turned into a kilig love story. Not at all cheesy, but cute and engaging. Happy thoughts!
Monday, October 20, 2008
A quiet weekend at the beach
This was just what I needed, I thought to myself as I spent most of the day looking at the quiet waves lapping the shores of Natipuan, Nasugbu, Batangas. It was a weekend to celebrate my nephew's 24th birthday, and while he and his friends frolicked in the waters the whole day, I was content to be where I was, in the resthouse's terrace, reading, but mostly taking in the view.
When was the last time I went to the beach to chill and relax? Probably in 2004, to Matabungkay for my dad's birthday. Realizing how refreshing it is to not do anything but look at the waters and feel sand on my feet, I made a mental note to myself to go to the beach once a year at least.
It used to be that I was a beach bum. Back when I was about 8 or 9, my parents bought a parcel of land at San Diego Beach in Lian, Batangas. We would be there often, and I'd spend the whole day out in the sun, swimming with rubber lifesavers and building sandcastles with my nephew Jewel (see photo above; that's us at San Diego Beach!). Those were pre-Coppertone days, and I got so dark that just a year or two ago, my mom's old friend who hasn't seen me for decades could not believe it was me she was seeing. "Maitim ka di ba? (You are dark, right?)" And I answered politely, "Ah baka yun po yung time na lagi kaming nasa beach (Oh that was probably the time we were always at the beach)."
My parents even celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary at that beach in 1975, with two busloads of relatives and friends as guests, and we always joked that Boyet de Leon and Nora Aunor just copied them and had a beach wedding too.
Over the years, the trips to San Diego Beach became few and far between since the developer was not able to fully develop the area. The roads became increasingly less smooth, the beach became pebbly, and underneath the waters were more corals and rocky formations that hurt the feet.
But I remember other memorable beach trips after that: to Nasugbu, Batangas for a church youth camp when I was 16, to Balayan, Batangas for the summer workshops for The Varsitarian staff in college, to Montemar for an outing of reporters of BusinessWorld when I was working there, to Subic for a company outing when I was working as internal auditor, to Boracay with the family (where I braved a banana boat ride after being assured by my son's classmate in grade 1 that it was safe), to Santa Monica Beach in California with three college friends, etc.
And each time I would come back to the city refreshed.
Nowadays I don't like to stay out in the sun for long (keeping wrinkles and skin cancer at bay) and prefer to read quietly in a corner with a view of the beach. But I'll still come to the beach. There's nothing like seeing how beautiful God made this corner of the world, where the mountains kiss the sea and the sun rises and sets peacefully over calm waters.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: And God said, "Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear." And it was so. God called the dry ground "land," and the gathered waters he called "seas." And God saw that it was good. Genesis 1:9-10
Monday, October 13, 2008
Peso-pinching
I got depressed just looking at the papers today. All over the world, everyone is on edge waiting to see what else will happen with the world economy on the downturn.
We see the signs of tough times: more crowds at the MRT and less people at McDonald's on a Sunday lunch time. I have friends who have cancelled their newspaper subscriptions and just read the news online. That's a P600 savings per month right there.
I am normally a matipid person, but times call for just a little more peso-pinching.
Here are some of my own saving tactics:
1. Look for a beauty salon that charges less. The old salon I used to go to charges P2K++ per coloring. Now I go to another salon nearer to my place, and I pay only about P1,400 for the same service. I know I could save some more if I take up my friend Jenny's suggestion to use the all-natural Healthy Options Tints of Nature and just color my hair on my own. I just might do that soon.
2. Plan trips. If I'm going to Makati, for instance, I do everything I can there: If I'm attending a press conference or having an interview there, I might as well meet a friend, pick up a check, and shop in the area.
3. Eat more at home. Years ago, my friend Meg got horrified at learning I would eat out for breakfast almost every day after I drop off my son in school. It was my alone time, and I enjoyed doing it. However, she was worried about all that transfat getting into my system. Meg need not worry anymore since I eat more often at home.
4. Use up freebies. I try those sample moisturizers that come with the magazine I read, use the ketchup that goes with the take-out, and make a note to myself to use the gift certificates I receive well before their expiry.
5. Try cheaper alternatives. Sure, Figaro and Starbucks are a lot better than Country Style brewed coffee, but when the caffeine urge gets to me, I settle for Country Style. That's P38 per cup as against about P85 and up for the gourmet coffee.
6. Pay attention to items on sale. At Book Sale Greenhills, I got books that still look like new -- perfect for Christmas gifts! At Landmark, I got a jacket for my son that's P500 off the regular price.
7. Go local. When shopping for clothes, I prefer patronizing Filipino owned companies. Saves you money and lets you do your bit in helping uplift the local economy.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Return to Zion by Bodie Thoene is Book Three of The Zion Chronicles. It is a fiction story set during the founding of Israel as a nation in 1948, when Jews were streaming back to the Promised Land after the Holocaust. Interesting.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Psalm 37:5-6
We see the signs of tough times: more crowds at the MRT and less people at McDonald's on a Sunday lunch time. I have friends who have cancelled their newspaper subscriptions and just read the news online. That's a P600 savings per month right there.
I am normally a matipid person, but times call for just a little more peso-pinching.
Here are some of my own saving tactics:
1. Look for a beauty salon that charges less. The old salon I used to go to charges P2K++ per coloring. Now I go to another salon nearer to my place, and I pay only about P1,400 for the same service. I know I could save some more if I take up my friend Jenny's suggestion to use the all-natural Healthy Options Tints of Nature and just color my hair on my own. I just might do that soon.
2. Plan trips. If I'm going to Makati, for instance, I do everything I can there: If I'm attending a press conference or having an interview there, I might as well meet a friend, pick up a check, and shop in the area.
3. Eat more at home. Years ago, my friend Meg got horrified at learning I would eat out for breakfast almost every day after I drop off my son in school. It was my alone time, and I enjoyed doing it. However, she was worried about all that transfat getting into my system. Meg need not worry anymore since I eat more often at home.
4. Use up freebies. I try those sample moisturizers that come with the magazine I read, use the ketchup that goes with the take-out, and make a note to myself to use the gift certificates I receive well before their expiry.
5. Try cheaper alternatives. Sure, Figaro and Starbucks are a lot better than Country Style brewed coffee, but when the caffeine urge gets to me, I settle for Country Style. That's P38 per cup as against about P85 and up for the gourmet coffee.
6. Pay attention to items on sale. At Book Sale Greenhills, I got books that still look like new -- perfect for Christmas gifts! At Landmark, I got a jacket for my son that's P500 off the regular price.
7. Go local. When shopping for clothes, I prefer patronizing Filipino owned companies. Saves you money and lets you do your bit in helping uplift the local economy.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Return to Zion by Bodie Thoene is Book Three of The Zion Chronicles. It is a fiction story set during the founding of Israel as a nation in 1948, when Jews were streaming back to the Promised Land after the Holocaust. Interesting.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Psalm 37:5-6
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I breathe, therefore I shred (Or what I have in common with Anderson Cooper)
I caught a rerun of Ellen recently, and Anderson Cooper, that clean-cut CNN anchor with the bluest blue eyes, was a guest.
Whenever I see him on CNN (my 13-year-old son's favorite channel, by the way), I can't help but really look at him. He seems to smell so good all the time, so yummily delicious even when he's talking about the financial crisis or the war in Iraq.
Anyway, during that four-minute guesting on Ellen, he talked about unwinding by watching trash TV (shows like Hey Paula). He said that the Tivo is one great technological innovation. That, and the shredder.
Well, well, well -- we do have something in common, AC and I. Aside from being journalists, we both love the shredder. He said, "The shredder makes you feel important, like you have secret documents... You don't want important documents to fall into the wrong hands." Hmmm, my kind of guy. Except that there's talk that he's gay. Not sure if that's true though.
I've been shredding documents every month since last year. Since I don't do it every day, I make it a point to do some shredding duty monthly. What do I shred? Bank statements, deposit slips, cancelled checks from more than three years ago; courier receipts with my signature on it--basically anything with my signature that has lost its meaning and purpose in life.
I started shredding early last year, and since I don't do it often, I still have some documents to shred to this day. One time my son helped me out but grew tired and refused to do it again. "You need a shredder," he said.
Last year, when we were in the US and found ourselves in Staples, the office supply store, he saw a shredder and said, "Mom! Look! A shredder for you!" I just smiled. Why spend so much on a shredder when I can shred documents on my own? Besides, it makes me feel productive doing some shredding while watching ER or Ugly Betty.
Anyway, in case you missed that Ellen episode, here's a link: http://www.allthingsandersoncooper.com/2007/11/so-much-to-celebrate.html
I breathe, therefore I shred. It's one of those quirky things you probably didn't know about me. :-)
VERSE OF THE WEEK: "But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit." Jeremiah 17: 7-8
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm reading The Family Code of the Philippines. No kidding. Read it and be informed.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Money tips
Here’s the link to an article written by Ellen Sanchez about my talk on money last Saturday, Sept. 20, 2008 at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, Greenbelt 3:
http://www.herword.com/hermoney/main.php?id=moneyskills
:-)
BOOK OF THE WEEK: 9 Things a Leader Must Do by Dr. Henry Cloud. Great leaders seem to share common qualities, such as pursuing their passion, focusing on the positive, looking at the big picture, going the extra mile, etc. Dr. Cloud uses different terms such as yanking the diseased tooth in place of focusing on the positive, but his insights are still worth reading. Distributed locally by OMF Literature, Inc.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: This is what the LORD says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, and ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16
http://www.herword.com/hermoney/main.php?id=moneyskills
:-)
BOOK OF THE WEEK: 9 Things a Leader Must Do by Dr. Henry Cloud. Great leaders seem to share common qualities, such as pursuing their passion, focusing on the positive, looking at the big picture, going the extra mile, etc. Dr. Cloud uses different terms such as yanking the diseased tooth in place of focusing on the positive, but his insights are still worth reading. Distributed locally by OMF Literature, Inc.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: This is what the LORD says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, and ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Yes, I can cook
"So how do you like the chicken teriyaki I cooked? I asked my son over lunch today.
"You didn't cook this! You can't cook something this good," he replied.
And so I turned to my only witness and ally, our helper. "Di ba ako ang nagluto niyan?" I asked.
And she said, "Oo. Marunong mommy mo."
And so I reminded my son of the chicken salpicao, beef salpicao, beef teriyaki, and creamy tuna pasta he had recently. They were good, weren't they?
Well I guess this is my reward for not cooking more often over the years. Back when my son was a baby until he was almost three, I would cook more often, from kangkong in bagoong to chicken afritada, nilagang baka and beef steak. Then when we moved back to my parents' house, I stopped cooking. Why cook when there's always someone to cook?
That's why when we were in the US last year and I told my 12-year-old son I made breakfast, he refused to believe me. Oh yeah, I challenged? Let's cook tomorrow. So the next day I taught him how to boil frankfurters for breakfast. Then he said, "But I thought you didn't know how to cook! How come when I wanted hot dog before you didn't make them?" I replied via a cough/mumbled reply. Hmm. I can't remember. I must have been either busy or I just didn't want him to have so much processed food.
Anyway, so it's true, I've been cooking. I think it has to do with the number of people asking me lately as soon as they find out I'm doing some copy editing for a couple of food magazines. They ask, "So you must be a good cook!" Even my niece, seeing my monthly stash of food magazines said, "Eh di tita, magaling ka magluto?" (It was a question since she probably can't recall any dish I cooked). My sister beat me by replying right away, "Hindi (laughs). Gusto lang niyang magbasa. Di naman siya nagluluto (laughs.)"
So I'm glad to say that those days are over! I don't cook every day, but whip up something twice or thrice a week, mostly food for my son. (Secret: I rely on cookbooks and recipes in magazines.) He's getting tired of my mom's nilaga-sinigang-beefsteak routine and prefers my pasta dishes and out-of-the-ordinary fare. Besides, I can't help checking out if the "easy" recipes I'm editing are really "easy" for a newbie cook like me.
At the recent Linggo ng Wika party in school, he brought humba which I cooked myself (with help from our helper who sliced the ingredients and watched the whole thing boil). But the timpla is mine.
Maybe next time I should make sure my son sees me cooking so he'll believe his mom can cook--just not like Giada De Laurentiis. Yet.
BOOK OF THE WEEK. I've been intrigued by the book Epicenter by Joel Rosenberg ever since our pastor mentioned it, and my d-group mate Joy raved about it. So I bought a hardbound copy (couldn't wait for the paperback) when I saw one at St. Francis Bookstore. The author seems to have a gift. Before 9/11 happened, he wrote a novel describing a scene where airplanes were used to attack an American city. The book was still not printed at the time 9/11 happened. There were other instances. Anyway, in Epicenter, Rosenberg analyzes the current events happening in the Middle East in the light of Ezekiel 38 and 39 in the Bible. You better read this.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. Luke 5:16
"You didn't cook this! You can't cook something this good," he replied.
And so I turned to my only witness and ally, our helper. "Di ba ako ang nagluto niyan?" I asked.
And she said, "Oo. Marunong mommy mo."
And so I reminded my son of the chicken salpicao, beef salpicao, beef teriyaki, and creamy tuna pasta he had recently. They were good, weren't they?
Well I guess this is my reward for not cooking more often over the years. Back when my son was a baby until he was almost three, I would cook more often, from kangkong in bagoong to chicken afritada, nilagang baka and beef steak. Then when we moved back to my parents' house, I stopped cooking. Why cook when there's always someone to cook?
That's why when we were in the US last year and I told my 12-year-old son I made breakfast, he refused to believe me. Oh yeah, I challenged? Let's cook tomorrow. So the next day I taught him how to boil frankfurters for breakfast. Then he said, "But I thought you didn't know how to cook! How come when I wanted hot dog before you didn't make them?" I replied via a cough/mumbled reply. Hmm. I can't remember. I must have been either busy or I just didn't want him to have so much processed food.
Anyway, so it's true, I've been cooking. I think it has to do with the number of people asking me lately as soon as they find out I'm doing some copy editing for a couple of food magazines. They ask, "So you must be a good cook!" Even my niece, seeing my monthly stash of food magazines said, "Eh di tita, magaling ka magluto?" (It was a question since she probably can't recall any dish I cooked). My sister beat me by replying right away, "Hindi (laughs). Gusto lang niyang magbasa. Di naman siya nagluluto (laughs.)"
So I'm glad to say that those days are over! I don't cook every day, but whip up something twice or thrice a week, mostly food for my son. (Secret: I rely on cookbooks and recipes in magazines.) He's getting tired of my mom's nilaga-sinigang-beefsteak routine and prefers my pasta dishes and out-of-the-ordinary fare. Besides, I can't help checking out if the "easy" recipes I'm editing are really "easy" for a newbie cook like me.
At the recent Linggo ng Wika party in school, he brought humba which I cooked myself (with help from our helper who sliced the ingredients and watched the whole thing boil). But the timpla is mine.
Maybe next time I should make sure my son sees me cooking so he'll believe his mom can cook--just not like Giada De Laurentiis. Yet.
BOOK OF THE WEEK. I've been intrigued by the book Epicenter by Joel Rosenberg ever since our pastor mentioned it, and my d-group mate Joy raved about it. So I bought a hardbound copy (couldn't wait for the paperback) when I saw one at St. Francis Bookstore. The author seems to have a gift. Before 9/11 happened, he wrote a novel describing a scene where airplanes were used to attack an American city. The book was still not printed at the time 9/11 happened. There were other instances. Anyway, in Epicenter, Rosenberg analyzes the current events happening in the Middle East in the light of Ezekiel 38 and 39 in the Bible. You better read this.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. Luke 5:16
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Two hours
It's a Wednesday afternoon and I'm about to resume tackling the day's editing tasks. I sometimes call it my labada ("Dami kong labada ngayon ah"), but it's not really a complaint. I love what I do, editing and writing from home.
This morning, I finished writing two articles, and as soon as I sent the second one out by e-mail, I grabbed my bag and hopped in the car. It's time for my weekly meeting with a bunch of women, most of them moms, some still single, but all interested to take time out for two hours to study God's word.
We do it right in the middle of the week, in the middle of the day. It's a great reminder that in the midst of a busy week and a busy day, we need to be quiet and find out what lessons we can learn from the Bible and apply in our lives. I love that we all come from different backgrounds, but are brought together by a common interest. We learn from each other, pray for each other, hug each other. We share food, parenting tips, marriage advice, beauty tips, even tricks to sleep better. And yes, we share lots of laughter, and sometimes tears too. Recipes? Hmm, maybe soon.
Two hours later, I rush out yet refreshed deep within, ready to go back to work again. Can't wait for next Wednesday.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Right now I'm reading Bad Girls of the Bible and What We Can Learn from Them by Liz Curtis Higgs. I've only read the first chapter so far, which is about Eve, but I can tell that this book is worth reading. We can truly learn from these Bible characters.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:25
This morning, I finished writing two articles, and as soon as I sent the second one out by e-mail, I grabbed my bag and hopped in the car. It's time for my weekly meeting with a bunch of women, most of them moms, some still single, but all interested to take time out for two hours to study God's word.
We do it right in the middle of the week, in the middle of the day. It's a great reminder that in the midst of a busy week and a busy day, we need to be quiet and find out what lessons we can learn from the Bible and apply in our lives. I love that we all come from different backgrounds, but are brought together by a common interest. We learn from each other, pray for each other, hug each other. We share food, parenting tips, marriage advice, beauty tips, even tricks to sleep better. And yes, we share lots of laughter, and sometimes tears too. Recipes? Hmm, maybe soon.
Two hours later, I rush out yet refreshed deep within, ready to go back to work again. Can't wait for next Wednesday.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Right now I'm reading Bad Girls of the Bible and What We Can Learn from Them by Liz Curtis Higgs. I've only read the first chapter so far, which is about Eve, but I can tell that this book is worth reading. We can truly learn from these Bible characters.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. Hebrews 10:25
Monday, June 30, 2008
Katoto
In English, it means friend. To us who belong to this tight-knit bunch of alumni of The Varsitarian, the official student paper of the University of Santo Tomas, katoto means a friend from way way back, 20 years or so. Katoto also happens to be the title of the debut album of my friends Paul Val Pena and Vim Nadera, also staffers with me then at The V.
Paul and Vim have been known to collaborate on original songs since we were together in college. Vim, now an award-winning creative writer, would write the lyrics. Paul, who has been touring the Olongapo folk houses since he was in his teens, would put them to music. Paul has since migrated to San Diego, California, doing time-motion studies for a big gaming company in southern California.
Admittedly, some of their music would be kuwentong lasing to me, but some are real gems, such as If and When, and Ang Dating Tipanan. We V staffers still remember how two of our co-staffers interpreted the latter song with hands swaying, which somehow distracted the audience from the song. hehe
So here we are 20 years later. Vim and Paul just uploaded their album Katoto in full on the Internet, which you can download for free. Why for free? Well, the bighearted men want you to enjoy the music, and if you feel you'd like to share your blessings, you are encouraged to donate to their favorite charities, listed on the website.
Tomorrow, July 1, Paul will sing the songs in their album at Conspiracy Garden Cafe, 7 p.m. onwards. It will be likewise a celebration of our being katoto these past two decades.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I thoroughly enjoyed Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson. A mountaineer, Mortenson attempted to climb K2, one of the challenging mountains in Pakistan. Failing to reach the summit, he went down with his guide and buddy, but got disoriented and lost along the way. He found himself in a little community where he was nursed back to health by the village head's family. In the process he got to know their lifestyle and saw the sorry state of their education. This man showed that it can be done. Now there are over 61 schools educating young children in Pakistan and Afghanistan, thanks to him.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity. Proverbs 17:17
Paul and Vim have been known to collaborate on original songs since we were together in college. Vim, now an award-winning creative writer, would write the lyrics. Paul, who has been touring the Olongapo folk houses since he was in his teens, would put them to music. Paul has since migrated to San Diego, California, doing time-motion studies for a big gaming company in southern California.
Admittedly, some of their music would be kuwentong lasing to me, but some are real gems, such as If and When, and Ang Dating Tipanan. We V staffers still remember how two of our co-staffers interpreted the latter song with hands swaying, which somehow distracted the audience from the song. hehe
So here we are 20 years later. Vim and Paul just uploaded their album Katoto in full on the Internet, which you can download for free. Why for free? Well, the bighearted men want you to enjoy the music, and if you feel you'd like to share your blessings, you are encouraged to donate to their favorite charities, listed on the website.
Tomorrow, July 1, Paul will sing the songs in their album at Conspiracy Garden Cafe, 7 p.m. onwards. It will be likewise a celebration of our being katoto these past two decades.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I thoroughly enjoyed Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson. A mountaineer, Mortenson attempted to climb K2, one of the challenging mountains in Pakistan. Failing to reach the summit, he went down with his guide and buddy, but got disoriented and lost along the way. He found himself in a little community where he was nursed back to health by the village head's family. In the process he got to know their lifestyle and saw the sorry state of their education. This man showed that it can be done. Now there are over 61 schools educating young children in Pakistan and Afghanistan, thanks to him.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity. Proverbs 17:17
Monday, May 05, 2008
Tech and my life as a freelance journalist
When I was starting out in professional journalism almost two decades ago, I remember walking the length of Ayala Avenue (our Wall Street) and trying to sniff out news and do interviews to meet my two-stories-a-day quota for the business paper I was working for then. A pen, a notebook, and a dependable microcasette recorder were all I needed, with a dash of kapalmuks (confidence, in other words).
By 3 p.m, I would board the bus back to Greenhills and be on my desk by 4 p.m. Then I would type away my stories using Wordstar on the desktop running on MSDOS. I'd save my stories on a floppy disk then hand over the disk to my editor. The floppy disk would go to another editor after her, after which my story is included in the page layout for the next day. Copy editors and proofreaders will go over the proofs.
Now that it's 2008, my life has definitely become easier. Requests for interviews are done by e-mail, mostly. Some interviewees prefer e-mail interviews, so that makes it even easier.
In the magazine I edit, I assign stories to our contributing writers by e-mail. I do the same to our contributing photographers, attaching pegs that would give them an idea of the kind of photos we want. Then the writers submit their articles by e-mail (using Word). Some photographers e-mail me their photos if it's just one to two photos I need. Others give me a photo CD.
After editing the articles and choosing the photos, I can e-mail everything to the art director, or send him/her the photo CD via courier. The art director then does the layouts and sends me the files by e-mail. I go over them, send him/her my corrections, and the final proofs are done. The files now go to production for color separation and printing.
Just the other day, one of my editors uploaded the videos of a mentoring session I have to write about. I downloaded the files yesterday at Mediafire, then downloaded a VLC media player so my PC can play the mp4 files. Today I will take notes as I watch the videos, write my story, then e-mail it to my editor. She will then edit it then have it published.
Technology has certainly made things easier for journalists. It is now possible to really work from home or the coffee shop as long as you have access to the Internet.
I'm still not as high tech as other journalists though. I still work on my desktop PC with DSL connection, have no digital camera, and still use a microcassette recorder. But that's already a good start, isn't it?
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Footprints of a Pilgrim features the poems of Ruth Bell Graham, wife of the evangelist Billy Graham. I was struck with how gentle and loving yet strong this woman was. Her poems are full of hope and faith. She was indeed a Proverbs 31 woman.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me. Psalm 138: 8
By 3 p.m, I would board the bus back to Greenhills and be on my desk by 4 p.m. Then I would type away my stories using Wordstar on the desktop running on MSDOS. I'd save my stories on a floppy disk then hand over the disk to my editor. The floppy disk would go to another editor after her, after which my story is included in the page layout for the next day. Copy editors and proofreaders will go over the proofs.
Now that it's 2008, my life has definitely become easier. Requests for interviews are done by e-mail, mostly. Some interviewees prefer e-mail interviews, so that makes it even easier.
In the magazine I edit, I assign stories to our contributing writers by e-mail. I do the same to our contributing photographers, attaching pegs that would give them an idea of the kind of photos we want. Then the writers submit their articles by e-mail (using Word). Some photographers e-mail me their photos if it's just one to two photos I need. Others give me a photo CD.
After editing the articles and choosing the photos, I can e-mail everything to the art director, or send him/her the photo CD via courier. The art director then does the layouts and sends me the files by e-mail. I go over them, send him/her my corrections, and the final proofs are done. The files now go to production for color separation and printing.
Just the other day, one of my editors uploaded the videos of a mentoring session I have to write about. I downloaded the files yesterday at Mediafire, then downloaded a VLC media player so my PC can play the mp4 files. Today I will take notes as I watch the videos, write my story, then e-mail it to my editor. She will then edit it then have it published.
Technology has certainly made things easier for journalists. It is now possible to really work from home or the coffee shop as long as you have access to the Internet.
I'm still not as high tech as other journalists though. I still work on my desktop PC with DSL connection, have no digital camera, and still use a microcassette recorder. But that's already a good start, isn't it?
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Footprints of a Pilgrim features the poems of Ruth Bell Graham, wife of the evangelist Billy Graham. I was struck with how gentle and loving yet strong this woman was. Her poems are full of hope and faith. She was indeed a Proverbs 31 woman.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: The LORD will fulfill his purpose for me. Psalm 138: 8
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Beep! Beep!
My brother, who lives in Tokyo with his Japanese wife, drives to work every day. At work, he drives around a lot too.
Then when he was here just a couple of months ago, he found himself being driven around by the driver, or by my dad or me. Although he wanted to drive around by himself, my mom and my sister-in-law would protest loudly.
One night, though, we had dinner at Serye Cafe Filipino at Quezon City Circle. As we approached the car, he got the keys and said he'd drive. It was a short drive home, so we all let him. And once behind the wheel and out on the Elliptical Road, he beeped at the hay naku drivers. "Ahh, ang tagal tagal ko nang gustong bumusina!" he said, a grin on his face.
Filipino drivers--well most of them--love to honk their horns. At the traffic stop, they nudge you with a loud honk as soon as the light turns green. Just this afternoon, as I was driving on the middle lane on the northbound EDSA-Cubao underpass, this red SUV behind me kept on honking. He wanted to overtake, but all the lanes were not open. Did I let him pass? Nope. Well I couldn't even if I wanted to.
When I was in my teens and learning how to drive one summer at Socialite's Driving School near Sto. Domingo Church in Quezon City, my instructor told me to honk the horn every time I would overtake. I followed that to the letter until a guy friend told me years later not to do it; it's not required.
And I found out since then that you don't need to honk your horn at every instance possible. Unless you want to annoy everyone.
But to a lot of Filipino drivers, honking seems to be a requirement. Bus and jeepney drivers honk at would-be passengers from across the street. Taxi drivers honk at traffic intersections. Even the garbage truck driver honks a minimum of 20 times on our street alone.
Maybe it's just part of the Filipino culture. The honk, come to think of it, is like saying, "Hoy!"
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm currently reading Slow Food: Philippine Culinary Traditions edited by Erlinda Enriquez Panlilio and Felice Prudente Sta. Maria. It's a nostalgic collection of essays on the food we all grew up with -- slow cooked sinigang, pochero, and binagoongan, among others. Mouthwatering, this book is good for the body and soul. Wonderfully illustrated by Manuel Baldemor and published by Anvil.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise. Proverbs 10:19
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Getting ahem, more curves
Ugh, I'm getting bigger. Just a few weeks ago, my good friend Mel and I met for lunch/coffee at Delifrance near Paseo de Roxas in Makati. It was a late lunch for her, and coffee time for me since I just came from a lunch meeting at Atrium. And she greeted me the way Filipinos normally do when they meet up: "Ang taba mo na! Ang laki ng hips mo!"
Ugh. As if I couldn't tell. Just last week, I tried on three pairs of slacks I had in my closet, and they all don't fit. My son teased me, saying, "Haha, you're getting fat!"
So I told my dad last Saturday that I won't eat anymore (joke lang). And he and the rest of my family protested saying, "'Wag! Bagay sa 'yo mataba."
Come to think of it, when I was reed thin with a size 26 waistline and tipping the scales at less than a hundred pounds, no one said I looked good. The usual comments were: "You look tired, haggard, sick. Do you work too hard?" I, on the other hand, enjoyed my size small frame then because it was easy to pick clothes at the store.
Speaking of that, just last Thursday, I bought a size 32 pair of slacks at Bench in Trinoma. 32!!! Well the truth is, I did fit into a size 30 but if I eat a hefty lunch, I know I would look like suman. And so I went for a size 32. If only for this, I won't patronize Bench anymore. Their sizes are small, so psychologically, people feel big if they're getting bigger sizes than usual.
The same is the case for Bayo. Hmmp! My size medium black slacks don't fit me anymore! I'll go back to Ensembles instead, where I'm still a size small! And there's the cutie Mia Bella clothes shop at Serendra, where, as of last Sunday, I still fit in a size small skirt! Yay! (Well, that's because they start their sizes at extra small. hehe)
Anyway, going back to what I was saying, I'm getting bigger. Must be all that soft drinks and coffee I've been drinking much lately. Time to love mineral water again from morning to night.
But I guess that will have to wait until my overseas-based siblings go back to their home countries. That's because we've been eating out every day, as we are like normal Filipinos who bond over good food. We've been visiting old favorites and discovering new restaurants lately, and we just all love it.
And today's not any different--we're going out again to bond and eat. Ah, good food with good company--it's simply one of life's pleasures. Saka na ang diet.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Two years ago, my good friends Dennis and Meg gave me the book Pray God's Will in 365 Days by Jay Duque. It has Bible readings every day and prayers too. I wasn't able to finish it before, so I started again this year. Very comforting.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: And this verse seems so apt given all the words exchanged over the ZTE-NBN scandal: "An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips." Proverbs 24:26
Ugh. As if I couldn't tell. Just last week, I tried on three pairs of slacks I had in my closet, and they all don't fit. My son teased me, saying, "Haha, you're getting fat!"
So I told my dad last Saturday that I won't eat anymore (joke lang). And he and the rest of my family protested saying, "'Wag! Bagay sa 'yo mataba."
Come to think of it, when I was reed thin with a size 26 waistline and tipping the scales at less than a hundred pounds, no one said I looked good. The usual comments were: "You look tired, haggard, sick. Do you work too hard?" I, on the other hand, enjoyed my size small frame then because it was easy to pick clothes at the store.
Speaking of that, just last Thursday, I bought a size 32 pair of slacks at Bench in Trinoma. 32!!! Well the truth is, I did fit into a size 30 but if I eat a hefty lunch, I know I would look like suman. And so I went for a size 32. If only for this, I won't patronize Bench anymore. Their sizes are small, so psychologically, people feel big if they're getting bigger sizes than usual.
The same is the case for Bayo. Hmmp! My size medium black slacks don't fit me anymore! I'll go back to Ensembles instead, where I'm still a size small! And there's the cutie Mia Bella clothes shop at Serendra, where, as of last Sunday, I still fit in a size small skirt! Yay! (Well, that's because they start their sizes at extra small. hehe)
Anyway, going back to what I was saying, I'm getting bigger. Must be all that soft drinks and coffee I've been drinking much lately. Time to love mineral water again from morning to night.
But I guess that will have to wait until my overseas-based siblings go back to their home countries. That's because we've been eating out every day, as we are like normal Filipinos who bond over good food. We've been visiting old favorites and discovering new restaurants lately, and we just all love it.
And today's not any different--we're going out again to bond and eat. Ah, good food with good company--it's simply one of life's pleasures. Saka na ang diet.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Two years ago, my good friends Dennis and Meg gave me the book Pray God's Will in 365 Days by Jay Duque. It has Bible readings every day and prayers too. I wasn't able to finish it before, so I started again this year. Very comforting.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: And this verse seems so apt given all the words exchanged over the ZTE-NBN scandal: "An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips." Proverbs 24:26
Friday, February 15, 2008
It pays to know the flags
As I was watching the finale of Amazing Race Asia 2 last night, I couldn't help but be as frustrated as Mark Nelson of the Philippine team. There he was in Sentosa Island hoping against hope that his partner Rovilson Fernandez will correctly queue up the right flags (representing the countries they went to on the race, in order) so they won't waste their lead over the other two teams. Mark knew his flags; Rovilson didn't. Oh dear.
Lo and behold, the third team to arrive, Collin Low and Adrian Yap from Singapore, made it in the first attempt, so they were able to get the last clue and head to the pit stop. And they won the grand prize of US$100,000.
It turns out that Adrian's mother gave him a book of flags when he was a child. So he breezed through that challenge.
Lesson learned: It pays to know the flags of the world. You'll never know when you would need that knowledge. :-)
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm leafing through Anne Graham Lotz's bestseller Just Give Me Jesus, which I got as a token at a presscon I attended. When you really think about it, Jesus is really all we need to soothe our fears, quiet our anxieties, heal our diseases, provide for our needs, and give us rest from all our troubles.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. Acts 3:19
Lo and behold, the third team to arrive, Collin Low and Adrian Yap from Singapore, made it in the first attempt, so they were able to get the last clue and head to the pit stop. And they won the grand prize of US$100,000.
It turns out that Adrian's mother gave him a book of flags when he was a child. So he breezed through that challenge.
Lesson learned: It pays to know the flags of the world. You'll never know when you would need that knowledge. :-)
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm leafing through Anne Graham Lotz's bestseller Just Give Me Jesus, which I got as a token at a presscon I attended. When you really think about it, Jesus is really all we need to soothe our fears, quiet our anxieties, heal our diseases, provide for our needs, and give us rest from all our troubles.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. Acts 3:19
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Chill, be still
About three years ago, I hurt my back. During one of those days Maynilad was repairing the water pipes and there was no drop of H2O coming out of the faucets, I lifted a pail full of water in the bathroom.
Then my back hurt for the next two weeks, and though for a while I thought I just slept in the wrong position, it became clear that it was something else. I couldn't sit down or stand up as fast as I used to. I couldn't walk as fast too. When I became like an old grandma clutching my lower back as I slowly painfully tried to sit on a chair, I knew it was time to go to the doctor. Worse, whenever I took a step on my left foot, the pain shot up to my left butt.
My rehab med doctor told me I had sciatica. An MRI showed that one of my disks in my spine dried up. Disk degeneration. I asked the doctor what caused it and she said stress or trauma. The lifting of the pail must have caused the trauma, but prior to that, my stressful lifestyle also had a hand in my condition.
Aside from the dry disk, one of the nerves was being pinned down by a disk, thus the sciatica.
A series of physical therapy sessions which included spinal traction followed. I also had to take lots of medicines. And I had to rest. That was the hardest part for me. I was used to being busy always as a journalist, with deadlines every week (or several times a week). There was always a story to pursue, an article to write or edit, a photo shoot to do, a presscon to attend, an editorial meeting to join, etcetera.
To make the story short, I complied with my treatment program. Over the months and years since then, my back became stronger. But sometimes my back acts up again when I get busy.
So when I came across a recent article posted in Today's Christian Woman entitled "Rx:Relax" (http://blog.todayschristianwoman.com/editors/2008/01/rx_relax.html), I knew I have to slow down again. Chill, be still, said one of the women who commented on the article. It may not mean I have to stop working, but that I should relish the downtimes and just practice the art of doing nothing at the end of a working day or on weekends.
Chill, be still. Makes sense.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Finishing Well by Bob Buford is a small book about "Life II." That's life after 40, when we've accomplished some stuff already and are now asking, "Now what?" Buford doesn't go the preachy mode but instead takes us to lunch with successful people he calls pathfinders, who have made the second half of their life count. Among these people are management expert Peter Drucker, PepsiCo chairman Steve Reinemund, and Ken and Margie Blanchard, coauthors of the One Minute Manager. When you're looking for something more, read this. It's distributed locally by OMF Literature Inc.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10
Then my back hurt for the next two weeks, and though for a while I thought I just slept in the wrong position, it became clear that it was something else. I couldn't sit down or stand up as fast as I used to. I couldn't walk as fast too. When I became like an old grandma clutching my lower back as I slowly painfully tried to sit on a chair, I knew it was time to go to the doctor. Worse, whenever I took a step on my left foot, the pain shot up to my left butt.
My rehab med doctor told me I had sciatica. An MRI showed that one of my disks in my spine dried up. Disk degeneration. I asked the doctor what caused it and she said stress or trauma. The lifting of the pail must have caused the trauma, but prior to that, my stressful lifestyle also had a hand in my condition.
Aside from the dry disk, one of the nerves was being pinned down by a disk, thus the sciatica.
A series of physical therapy sessions which included spinal traction followed. I also had to take lots of medicines. And I had to rest. That was the hardest part for me. I was used to being busy always as a journalist, with deadlines every week (or several times a week). There was always a story to pursue, an article to write or edit, a photo shoot to do, a presscon to attend, an editorial meeting to join, etcetera.
To make the story short, I complied with my treatment program. Over the months and years since then, my back became stronger. But sometimes my back acts up again when I get busy.
So when I came across a recent article posted in Today's Christian Woman entitled "Rx:Relax" (http://blog.todayschristianwoman.com/editors/2008/01/rx_relax.html), I knew I have to slow down again. Chill, be still, said one of the women who commented on the article. It may not mean I have to stop working, but that I should relish the downtimes and just practice the art of doing nothing at the end of a working day or on weekends.
Chill, be still. Makes sense.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Finishing Well by Bob Buford is a small book about "Life II." That's life after 40, when we've accomplished some stuff already and are now asking, "Now what?" Buford doesn't go the preachy mode but instead takes us to lunch with successful people he calls pathfinders, who have made the second half of their life count. Among these people are management expert Peter Drucker, PepsiCo chairman Steve Reinemund, and Ken and Margie Blanchard, coauthors of the One Minute Manager. When you're looking for something more, read this. It's distributed locally by OMF Literature Inc.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: "Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Busyness: the great temptation
“What is the greatest temptation facing women today?” someone asked Anne Graham Lotz this question yesterday at a press conference I attended for Lotz’ Just Give Me Jesus crusade slated this Saturday at the Araneta Coliseum.
“Busyness,” she answered. It is ironic, she pointed out, that the things that are supposed to help make life convenient (examples: text messaging, e-mail, and the like) are the ones making us busier. And with women having homes, children, and jobs to attend to, a lot of us neglect the most important thing—our relationship with God.
There’s not much time to pray and read the Bible. Or if we do, we hurry and can’t really concentrate, thinking of the many things we have to do.
“Establish a vibrant, growing relationship with God,” said Anne, daughter of the late evangelist Billy Graham. “Life is so hard; we have to have some help.” And that help she’s talking about is help from Jesus.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Five Love Languages of Teenagers by Gary Chapman. What worked before when your kids were very young may not work with them now that they are teenagers. That’s because teenagers seek individuality and independence and have their own mind. Find out what love language would work for your own teen.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you…Let not your heart be troubled. John 14:27
“Busyness,” she answered. It is ironic, she pointed out, that the things that are supposed to help make life convenient (examples: text messaging, e-mail, and the like) are the ones making us busier. And with women having homes, children, and jobs to attend to, a lot of us neglect the most important thing—our relationship with God.
There’s not much time to pray and read the Bible. Or if we do, we hurry and can’t really concentrate, thinking of the many things we have to do.
“Establish a vibrant, growing relationship with God,” said Anne, daughter of the late evangelist Billy Graham. “Life is so hard; we have to have some help.” And that help she’s talking about is help from Jesus.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Five Love Languages of Teenagers by Gary Chapman. What worked before when your kids were very young may not work with them now that they are teenagers. That’s because teenagers seek individuality and independence and have their own mind. Find out what love language would work for your own teen.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you…Let not your heart be troubled. John 14:27
Friday, December 14, 2007
Resigning well
These days the topic in family discussions is my sister's resignation from her high profile bank job. My sister told us that she's tired, she's been working since she graduated from college, and she just wants to not work and rest.
Throughout her stellar career, she only changed companies once. And she rose up the ranks from loan clerk to vice president.
Now at 51, she wants to say bye to all the stress and the meetings and the quotas.
My parents can't believe she really wants to do this. She has been working all her life. It is simply unfathomable to picture her lounging around at home for days on end or checking out the malls during weekdays when she could have been calling the shots in her office in Makati.
"Let her resign," I said. "She's burning out." I also told my mom that it's really that way: If you're sick and tired of your job, it's time to move on. Take it from me, whose resume is peppered with short stints here and there. I've been known to resign from jobs that don't fulfill me even if I don't have a new job to take on. Yes, I've had months of not working, of lounging around at home watching reruns on TV, of checking out the malls even during weekdays just because I wanted to be busy.
But you see, I know how it is to be in a job that seems more like a chore. Since I had an accounting background and even passed the CPA board exams, I scouted around for accounting and auditing jobs right after the Board exams. I worked for about three months for an auditing firm, tracing clients' transactions via official receipts, vouchers and all. Then I worked for a small bank recording expense entries. I think I lasted two months. Next I labored as junior auditor in a multinational company, and I lasted for a year. But toward the end of that year, I knew this was not what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Working then became a chore. Five o' clock meant freedom. I was just chugging along.
From then on, I've pursued what I wanted: writing. But even then I jumped from one job to another, writing for a PR agency, writing for a magazine, writing for a newspaper.
I've worked full time, part time, and at home on a consultancy basis. I have resigned from jobs and taken on new ones.
When I would come to a decision to resign, it was for different reasons: the job is not fulfilling anymore, I needed a pay raise, I had to spend time with the family, I had to go abroad.
Early on in my career, I botched up the resigning process. Blame it on youth, I guess. There was a time I just walked out. As in. There was another time I just called my boss and sent my resignation letter over. But as I became more mature, I realized if I were to resign, I had to think it over 1,000 times, and if I still want to resign, I had to do it well.
So, here's what I learned about resigning -- when to know it's time to move on, and how to break the news gently.
1. Think and pray about it. If you're not really at peace staying on in the job anymore, why last another year at it?
2. Ask advice from wise people. They will see your situation from afar and give you an objective assessment of what's going on.
3. Find out if you just need to take a break. Take a one- or two-week vacation. If you come back refreshed and ready to work again, then it's not yet time to leave the company.
4. Ask yourself if you're still an asset to the company. If all you care about is punching in on time and punching out as soon as the workday ends, you may be doing the company a disservice.
5. If you wake up in the morning and dread going to work for the nth time, let go.
6. After you've decided to resign, observe company rules and give your boss the required notice.
7. Talk to your boss. Sit down with him/her and explain why and how you came to this decision.
8. Help find a replacement. It's hard to look for someone who will be qualified to take on your job.
9. Do a proper turnover. Once your replacement is there, train him/her and do a proper turnover.
10. Speak well of your company even after you have left your job.
God has given each one of us gifts and talents which we are to use to help other people and to glorify Him. Find a job where you can honor God and work meaningfully.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as working for the Lord, not for men. Colossians 3:23
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Peacemaker by Ken Sande discusses the way people respond to conflict. We either escape or attack. A biblical and better way is to make peace, which includes overlooking faults, reconciling, negotiating, and if need be, seeking mediation, arbitration and accountability. This is a great book.
Throughout her stellar career, she only changed companies once. And she rose up the ranks from loan clerk to vice president.
Now at 51, she wants to say bye to all the stress and the meetings and the quotas.
My parents can't believe she really wants to do this. She has been working all her life. It is simply unfathomable to picture her lounging around at home for days on end or checking out the malls during weekdays when she could have been calling the shots in her office in Makati.
"Let her resign," I said. "She's burning out." I also told my mom that it's really that way: If you're sick and tired of your job, it's time to move on. Take it from me, whose resume is peppered with short stints here and there. I've been known to resign from jobs that don't fulfill me even if I don't have a new job to take on. Yes, I've had months of not working, of lounging around at home watching reruns on TV, of checking out the malls even during weekdays just because I wanted to be busy.
But you see, I know how it is to be in a job that seems more like a chore. Since I had an accounting background and even passed the CPA board exams, I scouted around for accounting and auditing jobs right after the Board exams. I worked for about three months for an auditing firm, tracing clients' transactions via official receipts, vouchers and all. Then I worked for a small bank recording expense entries. I think I lasted two months. Next I labored as junior auditor in a multinational company, and I lasted for a year. But toward the end of that year, I knew this was not what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Working then became a chore. Five o' clock meant freedom. I was just chugging along.
From then on, I've pursued what I wanted: writing. But even then I jumped from one job to another, writing for a PR agency, writing for a magazine, writing for a newspaper.
I've worked full time, part time, and at home on a consultancy basis. I have resigned from jobs and taken on new ones.
When I would come to a decision to resign, it was for different reasons: the job is not fulfilling anymore, I needed a pay raise, I had to spend time with the family, I had to go abroad.
Early on in my career, I botched up the resigning process. Blame it on youth, I guess. There was a time I just walked out. As in. There was another time I just called my boss and sent my resignation letter over. But as I became more mature, I realized if I were to resign, I had to think it over 1,000 times, and if I still want to resign, I had to do it well.
So, here's what I learned about resigning -- when to know it's time to move on, and how to break the news gently.
1. Think and pray about it. If you're not really at peace staying on in the job anymore, why last another year at it?
2. Ask advice from wise people. They will see your situation from afar and give you an objective assessment of what's going on.
3. Find out if you just need to take a break. Take a one- or two-week vacation. If you come back refreshed and ready to work again, then it's not yet time to leave the company.
4. Ask yourself if you're still an asset to the company. If all you care about is punching in on time and punching out as soon as the workday ends, you may be doing the company a disservice.
5. If you wake up in the morning and dread going to work for the nth time, let go.
6. After you've decided to resign, observe company rules and give your boss the required notice.
7. Talk to your boss. Sit down with him/her and explain why and how you came to this decision.
8. Help find a replacement. It's hard to look for someone who will be qualified to take on your job.
9. Do a proper turnover. Once your replacement is there, train him/her and do a proper turnover.
10. Speak well of your company even after you have left your job.
God has given each one of us gifts and talents which we are to use to help other people and to glorify Him. Find a job where you can honor God and work meaningfully.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart as working for the Lord, not for men. Colossians 3:23
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Peacemaker by Ken Sande discusses the way people respond to conflict. We either escape or attack. A biblical and better way is to make peace, which includes overlooking faults, reconciling, negotiating, and if need be, seeking mediation, arbitration and accountability. This is a great book.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Here's to more bloggin' days
Awww, ain't that sweet? My friend Anna/Menchie/Coca of Anna's Tasa awarded me with an I Love Your Blog award. I'm as speechless as a surprise Oscar winner (is there one?). :-)
Anyway, I wish I had time to blog more. I'll try to blog more. But sometimes I do so much writing and editing every day that my mind refuses to churn out more text at the end of a deadline-filled day. And all I want to do then is be quiet.
But I do enjoy blogging. It was my son who started me in on this (as well as on Friendster) a couple of years ago. Since he started his own blog, I wanted to have one too. That was when he was 9 and not yet taller than me.
Anyway, there are many great blogs out there but I'm giving an I Love Your Blog award to ... (drumroll) Lala Rimando of Lala Rimando Diaries (see blog roll on your left). She's a profile of courage in the midst of whatever storm (libel suits from rich politicians included). A real journalist. Great work, Lala!
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Today Counts: 365 Guidelines for a Meaningful Life by Harold J. Sala. This is one of the devotionals I've been reading every day this year. It's easy reading, yet full of wise advice for day-to-day living.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28
Friday, November 09, 2007
Of putting your records on and letting your hair down
If people just knew, I chuckled to myself as I drove from Diliman to Makati last Tuesday morning at the height of the morning rush hour. If people just knew what I do in the car when I'm driving alone... :-)
Well, nothing that scandalous anyway. Among other things I do (aside from reading, drinking coffee, praying, thinking, planning, etc.) is singing. I sing at the the top of my voice with the CD player blasting loudly -- it makes the 5-10km crawl along EDSA more fun that way.
Last Tuesday, I found the CD that my friend Dwight gave me last year. It's a CD of Corinne Bailey Rae. And the only song I played maybe 50 times going from Quezon City to Makati and back is "Put Your Records On."
So imagine me with my hair down holding a coffee cup on my left hand and the steering wheel on my right, singing, "Girl put your records on! Tell me your favorite song..." at the top of my voice along EDSA. The song is catchy and positive, and thanks to the constant replay, it's still on my head now -- and it's Friday night already.
So, here's to the last song syndrome. Sing with me!
Put Your Records On
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm reading Passages by Gail Sheehy. It's interesting to read how she has identified the typical crises in adult life, although I'm not taking it all in as is. I still believe that God has a unique plan for each one of us.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1: 2-4
Well, nothing that scandalous anyway. Among other things I do (aside from reading, drinking coffee, praying, thinking, planning, etc.) is singing. I sing at the the top of my voice with the CD player blasting loudly -- it makes the 5-10km crawl along EDSA more fun that way.
Last Tuesday, I found the CD that my friend Dwight gave me last year. It's a CD of Corinne Bailey Rae. And the only song I played maybe 50 times going from Quezon City to Makati and back is "Put Your Records On."
So imagine me with my hair down holding a coffee cup on my left hand and the steering wheel on my right, singing, "Girl put your records on! Tell me your favorite song..." at the top of my voice along EDSA. The song is catchy and positive, and thanks to the constant replay, it's still on my head now -- and it's Friday night already.
So, here's to the last song syndrome. Sing with me!
Put Your Records On
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm reading Passages by Gail Sheehy. It's interesting to read how she has identified the typical crises in adult life, although I'm not taking it all in as is. I still believe that God has a unique plan for each one of us.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Consider it pure joy, my brothers, when you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1: 2-4
Friday, October 26, 2007
Going Nigerian
Problem 1
"Help! Where can I get Nigerian food? My son's country for UN Day is Nigeria." This was the urgent text message I sent out to friends last week. It was already Tuesday and the program was on Thursday, and I was leaving for a business trip that Thursday. Where o where can I get Nigerian food in Manila?
When I say I'm looking for Nigerian food, my friends know I'm actually looking for a restaurant that serves Nigerian food, or a store that sells Nigerian snacks or something. That's because I'm not really a good cook, and they know that. Meg knew that, so when her husband Dennis's Nigerian classmate said there isn't a place in Manila that serves Nigerian food, she didn't think of suggesting I cook a recipe from the Internet.
"Parang curry curry na lamb lamb daw siya," said my friend Jing. Great. I cannot cook lamb.
"Nyar! I'll ask around," said Yummy editor-in-chief Becky.
"How about you ask the Nigerian Embassy?" said my friend Germaine. Nice idea. I did. But office hours were only up to 4 pm and it was already past 4:30 pm.
"You want to call my tita? She worked as a missionary in Nigeria for five years. She can teach you something simple to cook," said my friend Ruth. I told her I'll keep that in mind and will resort to that if I come up with nothing.
My friend Kytin e-mailed her former classmate Fonma who's a Nigerian consul. Fonma confirmed what I dreaded: Nigerian food is not sold in Manila. He suggested preparing rice and stew with chicken and goat meat, fried beans cake called akara, and pepper soup cooked with goat meat, thyme, and curry. I will not attempt to do them because the kids in school may not like my cooking and it will reflect on Nigeria the country.
Sherry saved the day. She directed me to the website www.foodbycountry.com. And there was a simple recipe called Chin Chin she said I can easily do. "Fried flour with sugar lang, Ate," she said. Hmmm. My niece, seeing my dilemma, volunteered to cook it for me. She can have it done by 10 am on Thursday so we can bring it to the program venue at 10:30 am before I dash to the airport.
And so ChinChin it was. It's just...doughnuts without the hole. http://www.foodbycountry.com/Kazakhstan-to-South-Africa/Nigeria.html#Chinchin
Problem 2
My other problem then was how to find the agbada costume that my son will wear. It's a long flowing tunic with long sleeves, often embroidered. Since I'm a no-fuss mom, I was wondering how I can pull this off. I can't do the costume -- I'm not one of those moms who labor over making costumes. (I have nothing against that. I'm just not gifted in crafts making or anything to do with hands.) I couldn't find Camp Suki's number (they're into costume rentals). My niece suggested I just take a blanket and wrap it around my son. We tried it but it didn't look good. He looked like a mummy struggling to be free.
So my son suggested he just be a Nigerian dictator. He went to the UN Day program wearing a coat and tie and declared to the audience, "I'm from the land of oil and dictatorship -- NIGERIA!"
Problem solved.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers is a classic devotional that stands the test of time. The insights are still relevant today even if the book was published more than 75 years ago. I read somewhere that actor Piolo Pascual reads this. It's a gem.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: The LORD watches over the alien and sustains the fatherless and the widow, but he frustrates the ways of the wicked. Psalm 146:9
"Help! Where can I get Nigerian food? My son's country for UN Day is Nigeria." This was the urgent text message I sent out to friends last week. It was already Tuesday and the program was on Thursday, and I was leaving for a business trip that Thursday. Where o where can I get Nigerian food in Manila?
When I say I'm looking for Nigerian food, my friends know I'm actually looking for a restaurant that serves Nigerian food, or a store that sells Nigerian snacks or something. That's because I'm not really a good cook, and they know that. Meg knew that, so when her husband Dennis's Nigerian classmate said there isn't a place in Manila that serves Nigerian food, she didn't think of suggesting I cook a recipe from the Internet.
"Parang curry curry na lamb lamb daw siya," said my friend Jing. Great. I cannot cook lamb.
"Nyar! I'll ask around," said Yummy editor-in-chief Becky.
"How about you ask the Nigerian Embassy?" said my friend Germaine. Nice idea. I did. But office hours were only up to 4 pm and it was already past 4:30 pm.
"You want to call my tita? She worked as a missionary in Nigeria for five years. She can teach you something simple to cook," said my friend Ruth. I told her I'll keep that in mind and will resort to that if I come up with nothing.
My friend Kytin e-mailed her former classmate Fonma who's a Nigerian consul. Fonma confirmed what I dreaded: Nigerian food is not sold in Manila. He suggested preparing rice and stew with chicken and goat meat, fried beans cake called akara, and pepper soup cooked with goat meat, thyme, and curry. I will not attempt to do them because the kids in school may not like my cooking and it will reflect on Nigeria the country.
Sherry saved the day. She directed me to the website www.foodbycountry.com. And there was a simple recipe called Chin Chin she said I can easily do. "Fried flour with sugar lang, Ate," she said. Hmmm. My niece, seeing my dilemma, volunteered to cook it for me. She can have it done by 10 am on Thursday so we can bring it to the program venue at 10:30 am before I dash to the airport.
And so ChinChin it was. It's just...doughnuts without the hole. http://www.foodbycountry.com/Kazakhstan-to-South-Africa/Nigeria.html#Chinchin
Problem 2
My other problem then was how to find the agbada costume that my son will wear. It's a long flowing tunic with long sleeves, often embroidered. Since I'm a no-fuss mom, I was wondering how I can pull this off. I can't do the costume -- I'm not one of those moms who labor over making costumes. (I have nothing against that. I'm just not gifted in crafts making or anything to do with hands.) I couldn't find Camp Suki's number (they're into costume rentals). My niece suggested I just take a blanket and wrap it around my son. We tried it but it didn't look good. He looked like a mummy struggling to be free.
So my son suggested he just be a Nigerian dictator. He went to the UN Day program wearing a coat and tie and declared to the audience, "I'm from the land of oil and dictatorship -- NIGERIA!"
Problem solved.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers is a classic devotional that stands the test of time. The insights are still relevant today even if the book was published more than 75 years ago. I read somewhere that actor Piolo Pascual reads this. It's a gem.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: The LORD watches over the alien and sustains the fatherless and the widow, but he frustrates the ways of the wicked. Psalm 146:9
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Making kuwento
"O ano, kumusta ka na? Hindi ka na nagkukuwento," my dad told me the other day just as I was hurrying out to bring my son to school.
"Wala naman akong kuwento. Ayun, ganun pa rin. Nag-e-edit. Nagsusulat. Nagshu-shoot," I said, then proceeded to the garage.
That got me thinking. The conversation seemed weird, considering we all live in the same house. I must have been so busy with work the past few weeks that I just tune out at home.
When I pick up my son from school, I always ask him, "How's school?" When he just replies, "Fine," I probe more: what did you learn, did you have a quiz, did you eat your baon, what fun thing did you do today? I guess my parents must be that interested to know what's going on in my life too. Even now that I'm 30 (the new 40, hehe).
And you being my friends, you must be interested to know what's up with me too.
So here goes:
1. Love life: I met up again with one of my fave makeup artists Barbi this week, and as she was doing my makeup for my editor's photo shoot, she asked me about my love life. I said, "Ten years ago, I prayed to God that if the next one will just be a problem, wag na lang. And since then, wala."
A few Sundays ago, Pastor Peter said something like this, that God will not give us a snake knowing it won't be good for us.
2. My new entertainment find: DZMM on the AM band in the morning. I don't normally tune in to the radio but recent political events just made me hungrier for talk radio. The recent circus brought on by the ZTE broadband hearings was really fun.
Consider this sound bite: "Pinag-aawayan niyo lang ang mga kickback niyo! I resent being made party to this squabble!" I love Miriam Defensor-Santiago for all the quotable quotes she has given us all these years.
3. New place to de-stress: When I got back from the US, my former officemate Elvie invited me to try out the spa services at Footloose in front of ABS-CBN. It's owned by our former boss. I finally got to try the place today, and found the place very calming. I got a foot and back massage, Thai style for P530 for 60 minutes. The foot massage was marvelous! Heard that artistas are regular clients here.
4. New restaurants I've tried: I Have Two Eggs is a classy tapsilog place along Tomas Morato Extension, beside Alex III. I had the adobo rice topping with omelet (every dish on the menu has 2 eggs, your choice of luto) and it was superb. Also tried the choco bibingcrepe at its sister restaurant Half Moon. Yummy!
5. Work: I'm swamped. My friend Erli texted me this recently: "When honoring God is at the top of your to-do list, the rest of your day falls more easily into order. God is the author of organization." That's a nice reminder for all of us.
And that's my kuwento today. What's yours?
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Manila We Knew, a collection of essays edited by Erlinda Enriquez Panlilio. Women writers share with us their recollections of old Manila before the war (peace time), during the war, and after--the 60s. I love reading this book.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Ephesians 4: 2
"Wala naman akong kuwento. Ayun, ganun pa rin. Nag-e-edit. Nagsusulat. Nagshu-shoot," I said, then proceeded to the garage.
That got me thinking. The conversation seemed weird, considering we all live in the same house. I must have been so busy with work the past few weeks that I just tune out at home.
When I pick up my son from school, I always ask him, "How's school?" When he just replies, "Fine," I probe more: what did you learn, did you have a quiz, did you eat your baon, what fun thing did you do today? I guess my parents must be that interested to know what's going on in my life too. Even now that I'm 30 (the new 40, hehe).
And you being my friends, you must be interested to know what's up with me too.
So here goes:
1. Love life: I met up again with one of my fave makeup artists Barbi this week, and as she was doing my makeup for my editor's photo shoot, she asked me about my love life. I said, "Ten years ago, I prayed to God that if the next one will just be a problem, wag na lang. And since then, wala."
A few Sundays ago, Pastor Peter said something like this, that God will not give us a snake knowing it won't be good for us.
2. My new entertainment find: DZMM on the AM band in the morning. I don't normally tune in to the radio but recent political events just made me hungrier for talk radio. The recent circus brought on by the ZTE broadband hearings was really fun.
Consider this sound bite: "Pinag-aawayan niyo lang ang mga kickback niyo! I resent being made party to this squabble!" I love Miriam Defensor-Santiago for all the quotable quotes she has given us all these years.
3. New place to de-stress: When I got back from the US, my former officemate Elvie invited me to try out the spa services at Footloose in front of ABS-CBN. It's owned by our former boss. I finally got to try the place today, and found the place very calming. I got a foot and back massage, Thai style for P530 for 60 minutes. The foot massage was marvelous! Heard that artistas are regular clients here.
4. New restaurants I've tried: I Have Two Eggs is a classy tapsilog place along Tomas Morato Extension, beside Alex III. I had the adobo rice topping with omelet (every dish on the menu has 2 eggs, your choice of luto) and it was superb. Also tried the choco bibingcrepe at its sister restaurant Half Moon. Yummy!
5. Work: I'm swamped. My friend Erli texted me this recently: "When honoring God is at the top of your to-do list, the rest of your day falls more easily into order. God is the author of organization." That's a nice reminder for all of us.
And that's my kuwento today. What's yours?
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Manila We Knew, a collection of essays edited by Erlinda Enriquez Panlilio. Women writers share with us their recollections of old Manila before the war (peace time), during the war, and after--the 60s. I love reading this book.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Ephesians 4: 2
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Back home
Yes, I'm back in the land where I was born, in the city I love, and in the home where I grew up. Just when I thought I could fashion my own American dream, reality bit me...hard.
Today is September 4 and classes start today in the California university I got accepted in for graduate school. And here I am in my home office (more like a corner in my dad's home office) somewhere in Metro Manila, typing away while the noonday heat oppresses the people passing by on our street.
Well, things don't always work out the way we want them to. I believe that God has a plan for all of us. His plan may not include my studying now, but I trust that His plan is best. After all, He made me. And like a car manufacturer who knows the ins and outs of a car, God knows me inside out and knows what's best for me.
And so, I've gone on with my life in Manila for the past month and a half. My son is now in sixth grade in a school he loves. I've gone to the malls in town, and in fact checked out Trinoma the day after we arrived. I've gone food tripping again with my friend Erli, and I've scheduled coffee dates with dear friends. I've been driving almost every day (and reacquainted myself with the traffic, the potholes, and the hay naku drivers). I've linked up with my home church. And I'm raring to get back to work. Life is good.
Some things I love about being here in Manila:
1. good home massages at cheap prices
2. kapeng barako at Figaro
3. bibingka (try Bibingkinita at Glorietta 4's Food Choices)
4. coffee and lemon squares at Cafe Mary Grace (Trinoma and Serendra)
5. Nova and Chippy with Coke sakto while working on the computer
6. Jollibee Chickenjoy (believe me, we missed this since the Chickenjoy in Jollibee Carson in LA didn't taste like the real thing)
7. book sales in Powerbooks and National Bookstore
8. two hours of me time reading a book at Starbucks Metrowalk without anyone bothering me
9. texting -- yup, I've rejoined civilization and got a cellphone
10. just hanging out with my family and friends over yummy food
Yes, this is home.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Travel Writing by Don George with Charlotte Hindle, published by Lonely Planet. Here's a look at what travel writing is all about, with advice from travel writers, editors, and agents from the US, UK and Australia. In travel writing, the rewards do not come in monetary terms but in rich experiences.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody. 1 Thessalonians 4:-12
Today is September 4 and classes start today in the California university I got accepted in for graduate school. And here I am in my home office (more like a corner in my dad's home office) somewhere in Metro Manila, typing away while the noonday heat oppresses the people passing by on our street.
Well, things don't always work out the way we want them to. I believe that God has a plan for all of us. His plan may not include my studying now, but I trust that His plan is best. After all, He made me. And like a car manufacturer who knows the ins and outs of a car, God knows me inside out and knows what's best for me.
And so, I've gone on with my life in Manila for the past month and a half. My son is now in sixth grade in a school he loves. I've gone to the malls in town, and in fact checked out Trinoma the day after we arrived. I've gone food tripping again with my friend Erli, and I've scheduled coffee dates with dear friends. I've been driving almost every day (and reacquainted myself with the traffic, the potholes, and the hay naku drivers). I've linked up with my home church. And I'm raring to get back to work. Life is good.
Some things I love about being here in Manila:
1. good home massages at cheap prices
2. kapeng barako at Figaro
3. bibingka (try Bibingkinita at Glorietta 4's Food Choices)
4. coffee and lemon squares at Cafe Mary Grace (Trinoma and Serendra)
5. Nova and Chippy with Coke sakto while working on the computer
6. Jollibee Chickenjoy (believe me, we missed this since the Chickenjoy in Jollibee Carson in LA didn't taste like the real thing)
7. book sales in Powerbooks and National Bookstore
8. two hours of me time reading a book at Starbucks Metrowalk without anyone bothering me
9. texting -- yup, I've rejoined civilization and got a cellphone
10. just hanging out with my family and friends over yummy food
Yes, this is home.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Travel Writing by Don George with Charlotte Hindle, published by Lonely Planet. Here's a look at what travel writing is all about, with advice from travel writers, editors, and agents from the US, UK and Australia. In travel writing, the rewards do not come in monetary terms but in rich experiences.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody. 1 Thessalonians 4:-12
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Is it just me or has English changed?
I've always thought I've had English down pat since I've been reading in English since I was little, and have been writing articles in English professionally for about 20 years now. My TOEFL scores which I received last Saturday showed that I scored high in reading, writing, listening and speaking.
So it baffles me that I sometimes encounter communication problems here in LA.
As I was washing the dishes one time, my 17-year-old nephew said, "Hello." And I replied, "Oh hi, Johnny!" But then he looked at me quizzically and again said, "Hello." Then he shaked the popcorn bag in his hand. Only then did I realize that he said, "How long" instead of "Hello." So I said, "Two and a half minutes." Then he popped the bag in the microwave and disappeared after it was done.
There was also the time when the vet clinic called and left a message for my sister about her Sharpei puppy named Sasha. "Please tell her the tickle test is negative." The tickle test? Sasha was tickled to test her for what? I asked the girl, "Um, what's that again?" "The tickle test." "Uh, can you please spell that out for me?" "Ok it's f-e-c-a-l o-c-c-u-l-t..." "Oh yeah ok, I get it." So what I thought was a tickle test was really a fecal occult stool test.
Just a week ago, my 19-year-old nephew Patrick rattled off a lot of words in English, complaining about something and speaking a mile a minute, like he used to when he was little. I thought he said, among other things, that the Mark II is not working. And so I said, "Oh that's ok, we can take the Cadillac." And he said, "No I said the microwave is not working." Oh dear. Is it just me or has English changed? It's like words just roll off Americans' tongues differently.
But it's not just the accent that's the problem. Sometimes it's the terms they use too.
I went to a small pharmacy last month. I was looking for sanitary napkins but couldn't find them. And so I asked the cashier, "Hi. Do you have sanitary napkins?" She frowned, then said, "We have tissues." "No I need sanitary napkins." "What are they for?" "For one's period." "OH, YOU MEAN TAMPONS!" (yeah right. Now everyone in the pharmacy knows I need them or something like them.) "Well, not quite. I need something like this (I drew sanitary napkins in the air)." "OH, PADS! Yes, we have them right here."
My friend Malou in New Jersey has this American English down pat. She told me her husband is a "mortgage beynker." I'll surely remember her whenever I have to ask for directions to the nearest beynk. And I should remind myself that my name here is Keren not Karen so the barista at Starbucks won't have to ask me to spell my name.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Book 3 now of the Countdown to the Rapture series. It's The Rapture. Exciting! Have you ever wondered what this is about? The Bible says believers will one day meet the Lord in the air in the twinkling of an eye. E-mail me for more info.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: He is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care. Psalm 95:7
So it baffles me that I sometimes encounter communication problems here in LA.
As I was washing the dishes one time, my 17-year-old nephew said, "Hello." And I replied, "Oh hi, Johnny!" But then he looked at me quizzically and again said, "Hello." Then he shaked the popcorn bag in his hand. Only then did I realize that he said, "How long" instead of "Hello." So I said, "Two and a half minutes." Then he popped the bag in the microwave and disappeared after it was done.
There was also the time when the vet clinic called and left a message for my sister about her Sharpei puppy named Sasha. "Please tell her the tickle test is negative." The tickle test? Sasha was tickled to test her for what? I asked the girl, "Um, what's that again?" "The tickle test." "Uh, can you please spell that out for me?" "Ok it's f-e-c-a-l o-c-c-u-l-t..." "Oh yeah ok, I get it." So what I thought was a tickle test was really a fecal occult stool test.
Just a week ago, my 19-year-old nephew Patrick rattled off a lot of words in English, complaining about something and speaking a mile a minute, like he used to when he was little. I thought he said, among other things, that the Mark II is not working. And so I said, "Oh that's ok, we can take the Cadillac." And he said, "No I said the microwave is not working." Oh dear. Is it just me or has English changed? It's like words just roll off Americans' tongues differently.
But it's not just the accent that's the problem. Sometimes it's the terms they use too.
I went to a small pharmacy last month. I was looking for sanitary napkins but couldn't find them. And so I asked the cashier, "Hi. Do you have sanitary napkins?" She frowned, then said, "We have tissues." "No I need sanitary napkins." "What are they for?" "For one's period." "OH, YOU MEAN TAMPONS!" (yeah right. Now everyone in the pharmacy knows I need them or something like them.) "Well, not quite. I need something like this (I drew sanitary napkins in the air)." "OH, PADS! Yes, we have them right here."
My friend Malou in New Jersey has this American English down pat. She told me her husband is a "mortgage beynker." I'll surely remember her whenever I have to ask for directions to the nearest beynk. And I should remind myself that my name here is Keren not Karen so the barista at Starbucks won't have to ask me to spell my name.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Book 3 now of the Countdown to the Rapture series. It's The Rapture. Exciting! Have you ever wondered what this is about? The Bible says believers will one day meet the Lord in the air in the twinkling of an eye. E-mail me for more info.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: He is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care. Psalm 95:7
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Anna's Tasa's five questions
This is a tag. My friend coffeefreak (Anna's Tasa on the blog roll on your left) sent me five questions to answer in my blog. If you want to be interviewed, let me know and I'll send you five questions too, which you have to answer in your blog.
Anna's Tasa's five questions:
1. What was the first thing you did today?
I thanked God for a good night's sleep. Really had a peaceful long sleep, from 10 p.m. to 7:40 a.m. The headache that bothered me yesterday was gone.
2. What's your greatest fear?
Getting lost in LA. That is why I never leave home without a bus map, a bus schedule, a Google map, and if we're driving, directions from here to there from mapquest.com. Oh, and enough change for the bus ride.
3. If you could star in one big movie, what movie would that be?
hahaha! Me, a movie star?! Ok, let's play along. I want to be Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smile, inspiring other women to explore new worlds.
Oh, while we're at it, can I share which TV show I'd like to be in? I'd like to be in Samantha Brown: Passport to Europe (Travel Channel) and be Samantha Brown walking on cobblestoned roads, sipping cappuccino, sleeping in delightful little inns...
4. Five things that are in your mind right now...
a. Breakfast: what can I eat? Bagel or rice and ulam?
b. My brewed coffee's getting cold.
c. Where can we go today?
d. Grad school in US: should I or shouldn't I?
e. I miss Manila, my parents, my friends.
5. Your personality in three words...
Quiet, shy, curious
Ok, here are the interview rules:
1. Post a comment here saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will go to your blog and email you five questions.
3. Answer the questions in your blog.
4. Explain in your blog what this tag is all about.
5. Offer to interview someone else in the same post.
6. Send five questions to those interested.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm so into the Left Behind series by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. It's Christian fiction about the earth's last days. Interesting scenario. Now they've done a prequel series, the Countdown to the Rapture: Before They Were Left Behind series. I've read Book 1, The Rising, a chilly book about what the Antichrist's beginnings could be like. Now I'm reading Book 2, The Regime, and here, the Antichrist is establishing himself in business and government.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Trust in the LORD and do good. Dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:3-4
Anna's Tasa's five questions:
1. What was the first thing you did today?
I thanked God for a good night's sleep. Really had a peaceful long sleep, from 10 p.m. to 7:40 a.m. The headache that bothered me yesterday was gone.
2. What's your greatest fear?
Getting lost in LA. That is why I never leave home without a bus map, a bus schedule, a Google map, and if we're driving, directions from here to there from mapquest.com. Oh, and enough change for the bus ride.
3. If you could star in one big movie, what movie would that be?
hahaha! Me, a movie star?! Ok, let's play along. I want to be Julia Roberts in Mona Lisa Smile, inspiring other women to explore new worlds.
Oh, while we're at it, can I share which TV show I'd like to be in? I'd like to be in Samantha Brown: Passport to Europe (Travel Channel) and be Samantha Brown walking on cobblestoned roads, sipping cappuccino, sleeping in delightful little inns...
4. Five things that are in your mind right now...
a. Breakfast: what can I eat? Bagel or rice and ulam?
b. My brewed coffee's getting cold.
c. Where can we go today?
d. Grad school in US: should I or shouldn't I?
e. I miss Manila, my parents, my friends.
5. Your personality in three words...
Quiet, shy, curious
Ok, here are the interview rules:
1. Post a comment here saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will go to your blog and email you five questions.
3. Answer the questions in your blog.
4. Explain in your blog what this tag is all about.
5. Offer to interview someone else in the same post.
6. Send five questions to those interested.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: I'm so into the Left Behind series by Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins. It's Christian fiction about the earth's last days. Interesting scenario. Now they've done a prequel series, the Countdown to the Rapture: Before They Were Left Behind series. I've read Book 1, The Rising, a chilly book about what the Antichrist's beginnings could be like. Now I'm reading Book 2, The Regime, and here, the Antichrist is establishing himself in business and government.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Trust in the LORD and do good. Dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:3-4
Thursday, June 14, 2007
License to drive
Passed my driver's license test today in LA! Yipee!
Photo: From Simi Valley to Downtown LA with the LA skyline in the background.
Gotta go. Dinner time!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
2.5 months sans cellphone
After more than 10 years with Globe, I had my postpaid cellphone service cut last March. I was going on a long trip overseas and did not want my parents to be bothered about making sure my monthly phone bills got paid on time. Besides, my not-top-of-the-line cellphone would not work in Tokyo where they only accept J-phones, and neither would it work in LA since it was not triband. Secretly, I also wanted to know how long I can survive without a cellphone.
"'Di mo kayang walang cellphone," said my high school friend A. And so she offered me a triband mobile phone on Globe postpaid plan that will just cost me P500 a month. "$10 dollars lang yun no," she said. She'll even take care of paying Globe; I'll just have to leave postdated checks with her. I said I'll think about it.
But before I knew it, I had 10,000 things to do before leaving Manila last March 16. So there was not even time to think about it.
It's now June 4 (and--gasp--I'm 40 years old and 5 months old today! Well, no one can tell as long as my grey hair doesn't show and I'm in my sneakers, hehe). That means it's been almost 2.5 months since I gave up my cellphone. And... I survived.
Sure, I miss the forwarded jokes and inspirational text messages, as well as the hoax warnings of bomb threats in the malls. Also the funny "Can u b my txtm8" messages from people I don't know (and don't bother to respond to). I miss the "wer r u" urgent messages when I'm 5 minutes late for appointments just as I'm parking in a crowded mall, and the kilometric chika from my girl friends. I also miss the prayer requests that come in via text, as well as the coffee invites from my closest friends.
Yeah, I miss them all, but I discovered many things by being cellphone-less.
1. It's good to wait. In fact, I can wait. And yes, people can wait for me. And one can wait creatively: read a book, write a note, go people-watching and check out the latest fashion, study the menu four times and learn the many different toppings that can go on a pizza.
2. The pay phone works. Just drop the coins, dial, and voila! You can be the one to ask people, "where are you?" when they're not on time. Plus, this is a great way to use up all the coins in your purse so your wallet will not be as heavy.
3. Not everything is urgent. If a message can wait, I can send it by e-mail. Back in Manila, I could launch 30-50 text messages a day, some of them not urgent (example: Hi! Are you going to X's party next Friday?).
4. Talk is better. Instead of texting and asking if someone is free to meet up later today, just pick up the phone for immediate feedback. Oo nga naman.
I'm not saying that I'll never have a cellphone again. But being without one certainly opens up one's eyes to other possibilities. :-)
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Turn by Max Lucado is a small thin book I picked up at the bargain bin at Barnes and Noble. This is a must-read for all people who want to see their countries go forward. God will bless their land if His people humble themselves and pray.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14
"'Di mo kayang walang cellphone," said my high school friend A. And so she offered me a triband mobile phone on Globe postpaid plan that will just cost me P500 a month. "$10 dollars lang yun no," she said. She'll even take care of paying Globe; I'll just have to leave postdated checks with her. I said I'll think about it.
But before I knew it, I had 10,000 things to do before leaving Manila last March 16. So there was not even time to think about it.
It's now June 4 (and--gasp--I'm 40 years old and 5 months old today! Well, no one can tell as long as my grey hair doesn't show and I'm in my sneakers, hehe). That means it's been almost 2.5 months since I gave up my cellphone. And... I survived.
Sure, I miss the forwarded jokes and inspirational text messages, as well as the hoax warnings of bomb threats in the malls. Also the funny "Can u b my txtm8" messages from people I don't know (and don't bother to respond to). I miss the "wer r u" urgent messages when I'm 5 minutes late for appointments just as I'm parking in a crowded mall, and the kilometric chika from my girl friends. I also miss the prayer requests that come in via text, as well as the coffee invites from my closest friends.
Yeah, I miss them all, but I discovered many things by being cellphone-less.
1. It's good to wait. In fact, I can wait. And yes, people can wait for me. And one can wait creatively: read a book, write a note, go people-watching and check out the latest fashion, study the menu four times and learn the many different toppings that can go on a pizza.
2. The pay phone works. Just drop the coins, dial, and voila! You can be the one to ask people, "where are you?" when they're not on time. Plus, this is a great way to use up all the coins in your purse so your wallet will not be as heavy.
3. Not everything is urgent. If a message can wait, I can send it by e-mail. Back in Manila, I could launch 30-50 text messages a day, some of them not urgent (example: Hi! Are you going to X's party next Friday?).
4. Talk is better. Instead of texting and asking if someone is free to meet up later today, just pick up the phone for immediate feedback. Oo nga naman.
I'm not saying that I'll never have a cellphone again. But being without one certainly opens up one's eyes to other possibilities. :-)
BOOK OF THE WEEK: Turn by Max Lucado is a small thin book I picked up at the bargain bin at Barnes and Noble. This is a must-read for all people who want to see their countries go forward. God will bless their land if His people humble themselves and pray.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Why I like Tokyo
There are many things I like about Tokyo. Here's one:
The cherry blossoms are amazing.
Everyone awaits the first bud.
Pretty soon, whole trees are awash in pink.
For two weeks in spring, cherry blossoms are a sight to behold in parks and street corners. How awesome our God is for making them.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander. A young kitchen boy in the household of Nicholas II, last Tsar of Russia, recounts the last days of the Romanov family leading to their execution. This is historical fiction but the author incorporated actual notes and letters written by the Romanovs. An interesting tale.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Then God said, "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds." And it was so. The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. Genesis 1:11-12
The cherry blossoms are amazing.
Everyone awaits the first bud.
Pretty soon, whole trees are awash in pink.
For two weeks in spring, cherry blossoms are a sight to behold in parks and street corners. How awesome our God is for making them.
BOOK OF THE WEEK: The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander. A young kitchen boy in the household of Nicholas II, last Tsar of Russia, recounts the last days of the Romanov family leading to their execution. This is historical fiction but the author incorporated actual notes and letters written by the Romanovs. An interesting tale.
VERSE OF THE WEEK: Then God said, "Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds." And it was so. The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good. Genesis 1:11-12
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Tokyo: Land of Tempura and Shabu-Shabu
Ah, Tokyo... It's been more than 10 years since I last went to this bustling metropolis, and I have forgotten how wonderful it is. The people are so polite and nice, the air so crisp and cool, the food so appetizing and delicious.
Let me just run through a list of restaurants I've been to in Tokyo then post another blog entry in a few days about the interesting sights to see in that city.
YOYOGI RESTAURANT
Meiji-Jingu Park
Inside the grounds of the Meiji-Jingu shrine is the Yoyogi Restaurant, just a few steps away from the gift shop. I had Fish and Vegetable Tempura bento which tasted quite different from the usual tempura back in Manila. This is authentic Japanese cuisine! Busog!
TSUBAME GRILL
Ginza
This place has been famous since 1930 for its hamburger steaks, and now I know why. They're really good. The juicy burgers are cooked in foil and placed on sizzling plates. They come with baked potatoes as well. One burger plate costs 1,260 yen. Quite pricey when you convert it to pesos (100 yen is about 50 pesos), but reasonable when you convert it to US dollars (about $12).
VIE DE FRANCE
Kamishakujii Train Station, Nerima-ku
Coming off the train, you'll see this inviting little coffee shop with delicious-looking soft breads. It's no French Baker (Manila) at all. Cheap but yummy.
AKANOREN
Marunouchi Building near the Tokyo Station
This is a famous ramen house, and there are several outlets in Japan. This one in Marunouchi Building is just a few floors down my nephew's office in Bloomberg. We had gyoza, which was just perfect, and Hakata ramen. I've never had ramen this good before. No wonder foodies have been blogging about Akanoren. Read these: http://www.chowhound.com/topics/263660 and http://www.fugudiaries.com/?p=27
YOSHINOYA
Everywhere
We were curious: would the gyudon taste any different in Yoshinoya Japan than in Yoshinoya Manila? Surprise! It tastes the same. Still yummy. My brother said I should try the sukiyaki. Next time then.
NEW YORK DELI
Disney Sea Resort
I had turkey ciabatta while Alec had salmon sandwich. Good New York style sandwiches.
SKYLARK
Everywhere
Skylark would be like Pancake House back in Manila. It's a good old family restaurant. There are several set menus with calorie count (cool, says my son). We went there just for snacks though, so I was only able to try the maple chiffon cake. It was just right; not so sweet. Goes well with the whipped cream it came with. Bottomless drinks available at the drink bar.
ROYAL HOST
Nerima-ku
My sister-in-law's family took us out to dinner here one night. The sirloin steak is tops! But what is memorable for me here is the salmon breakfast plate. This is a traditional Japanese breakfast with rice and miso soup that's filling and delicious! Bottomless drinks available too at the drink bar.
FORESTIER RESTAURANT
2F Tokyo Culture Hall, Ueno Park
In between museum-hopping, we had lunch at this popular restaurant. There's a queue at lunchtime. I had fillet of pork cutlet (tonkatsu, I guess) for 1,050 yen, while my son had beef curry. Good food!
DOLPHIN RESTAURANT
Shinagawa Aquarium
After viewing marine life in the aquarium, we were famished. This child-friendly restaurant sits overlooking a pond. I had something like chicken a la king, while my son had the Dolphin Special -- not dolphin meat, but tonkatsu if I remember right. Food's great. :-)
FOOD CIRCUS
Lalaport Toyosu Mall
This is the food court in this spanking new mall. You can take your pick from a number of international stations: Japanese, American, Singaporean, Indian, Chinese, and Italian. I got Braised Soy Sauce Chicken on Rice from Imperial Treasure (Chinese; 850 yen) while my son had Beef Sandwich with Fries from the Oregon Bar & Grill (American; 750 yen). My sister-in-law got something from the Thai section but she couldn't eat it because it was too spicy. When in doubt, go safe and pick the food familiar to you.
NIHON KAI
near Tokyo Bay
We couldn't leave Tokyo without going to a real sushi bar, and this was it. I'm not really a fan of sushi and sashimi but I can eat them. I'm glad I could, because the sushi and sashimi we ate here were superb, especially the salmon and the amaebi (sweet shrimp). I also liked the kappamaki (cucumber roll) and the maguro (tuna). My son was more adventurous and devoured the unagi (eel) and the anago (sea water eel). Great with the miso soup with clams and piping hot green tea.
McDONALD'S
You think all McDonald's are the same? Well, maybe, if you're talking about the Big Mac and the Cheeseburger. But there's something new with every country's McDonald's. Japan's McDo, for instance, has creamy corn soup, tomato chicken fillet and choco pie. The Philippines' McDo has spaghetti and fried chicken. The American one has burrito. More reasons to visit McDonald's everywhere.
DOUTOR CAFE
Everywhere
This is Japan's answer to Starbucks. The latte is good, and so are the pastries. Ambience is cozy. My brother craves for Doutor coffee.
STREET FOOD
* Takoyaki: Octopus cooked in gooey stuff eaten from a stick a la barbeque. The Ueno Park stand looked so inviting, so we tried it. Quite good, actually.
* Chocolate banana: Good old banana dipped in chocolate with candy sprinkles. For 100 yen, you can have fruit and chocolate too! Got one at Ueno Park and it tasted really good.
* Crepes: A number of crepe stations in little Volkswagen vans can be seen around Tokyo. We tried one in Harajuku which had a line of young people waiting to place their order. The strawberry crepe with vanilla ice cream was really good. I also saw one at Kamishakujii station and another one just outside the supermarket in Nerima-ku.
HOME COOKING
After all that yummy food outside, though, nothing beats real Japanese cooking done lutong bahay style. I am so blessed to have a true blue Japanese sister-in-law who cooks sooooo well. From tempura, nabe and teppanyaki to shabu-shabu, tonkatsu and miso soup, she can do them all by scratch. And her salads are so yummy too! I told her she could open a restaurant already; she's that good. So after a long tiring day walking and doing some sightseeing, we would gladly wait for her outside the small supermarket on the way home as she would pick up the freshest vegetables and meats so she can lovingly cook dinner for us at home. Bon appetit!
VERSE OF THE DAY: But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love. Psalm 33:18
BOOKS OF THE WEEK: Myself, Elsewhere by Carmen Guerrero Nakpil is an engaging memoir about her life in prewar Ermita. This was Ermita during peace time, long before it has become the chaotic, shoddy area it is now. She eloquently describes the customs, manners and way of life of the Ermita elite up until World War II when many passed away. A good read.
The Children of Willesden Lane by Mona Golabek and Lee Cohen. During World War II, ten thousand Jewish children from Austria and Germany were allowed to board the Kindertransport, a rescue train. The kids became refugees in England. 243 Willesden Lane in London was the hostel some of them lived in. This book is the story of one of those refugees, Lisa Jura, a 14-year-old gifted pianist from Vienna. A poignant and moving story of music, love and survival during a very difficult time.
Let me just run through a list of restaurants I've been to in Tokyo then post another blog entry in a few days about the interesting sights to see in that city.
YOYOGI RESTAURANT
Meiji-Jingu Park
Inside the grounds of the Meiji-Jingu shrine is the Yoyogi Restaurant, just a few steps away from the gift shop. I had Fish and Vegetable Tempura bento which tasted quite different from the usual tempura back in Manila. This is authentic Japanese cuisine! Busog!
TSUBAME GRILL
Ginza
This place has been famous since 1930 for its hamburger steaks, and now I know why. They're really good. The juicy burgers are cooked in foil and placed on sizzling plates. They come with baked potatoes as well. One burger plate costs 1,260 yen. Quite pricey when you convert it to pesos (100 yen is about 50 pesos), but reasonable when you convert it to US dollars (about $12).
VIE DE FRANCE
Kamishakujii Train Station, Nerima-ku
Coming off the train, you'll see this inviting little coffee shop with delicious-looking soft breads. It's no French Baker (Manila) at all. Cheap but yummy.
AKANOREN
Marunouchi Building near the Tokyo Station
This is a famous ramen house, and there are several outlets in Japan. This one in Marunouchi Building is just a few floors down my nephew's office in Bloomberg. We had gyoza, which was just perfect, and Hakata ramen. I've never had ramen this good before. No wonder foodies have been blogging about Akanoren. Read these: http://www.chowhound.com/topics/263660 and http://www.fugudiaries.com/?p=27
YOSHINOYA
Everywhere
We were curious: would the gyudon taste any different in Yoshinoya Japan than in Yoshinoya Manila? Surprise! It tastes the same. Still yummy. My brother said I should try the sukiyaki. Next time then.
NEW YORK DELI
Disney Sea Resort
I had turkey ciabatta while Alec had salmon sandwich. Good New York style sandwiches.
SKYLARK
Everywhere
Skylark would be like Pancake House back in Manila. It's a good old family restaurant. There are several set menus with calorie count (cool, says my son). We went there just for snacks though, so I was only able to try the maple chiffon cake. It was just right; not so sweet. Goes well with the whipped cream it came with. Bottomless drinks available at the drink bar.
ROYAL HOST
Nerima-ku
My sister-in-law's family took us out to dinner here one night. The sirloin steak is tops! But what is memorable for me here is the salmon breakfast plate. This is a traditional Japanese breakfast with rice and miso soup that's filling and delicious! Bottomless drinks available too at the drink bar.
FORESTIER RESTAURANT
2F Tokyo Culture Hall, Ueno Park
In between museum-hopping, we had lunch at this popular restaurant. There's a queue at lunchtime. I had fillet of pork cutlet (tonkatsu, I guess) for 1,050 yen, while my son had beef curry. Good food!
DOLPHIN RESTAURANT
Shinagawa Aquarium
After viewing marine life in the aquarium, we were famished. This child-friendly restaurant sits overlooking a pond. I had something like chicken a la king, while my son had the Dolphin Special -- not dolphin meat, but tonkatsu if I remember right. Food's great. :-)
FOOD CIRCUS
Lalaport Toyosu Mall
This is the food court in this spanking new mall. You can take your pick from a number of international stations: Japanese, American, Singaporean, Indian, Chinese, and Italian. I got Braised Soy Sauce Chicken on Rice from Imperial Treasure (Chinese; 850 yen) while my son had Beef Sandwich with Fries from the Oregon Bar & Grill (American; 750 yen). My sister-in-law got something from the Thai section but she couldn't eat it because it was too spicy. When in doubt, go safe and pick the food familiar to you.
NIHON KAI
near Tokyo Bay
We couldn't leave Tokyo without going to a real sushi bar, and this was it. I'm not really a fan of sushi and sashimi but I can eat them. I'm glad I could, because the sushi and sashimi we ate here were superb, especially the salmon and the amaebi (sweet shrimp). I also liked the kappamaki (cucumber roll) and the maguro (tuna). My son was more adventurous and devoured the unagi (eel) and the anago (sea water eel). Great with the miso soup with clams and piping hot green tea.
McDONALD'S
You think all McDonald's are the same? Well, maybe, if you're talking about the Big Mac and the Cheeseburger. But there's something new with every country's McDonald's. Japan's McDo, for instance, has creamy corn soup, tomato chicken fillet and choco pie. The Philippines' McDo has spaghetti and fried chicken. The American one has burrito. More reasons to visit McDonald's everywhere.
DOUTOR CAFE
Everywhere
This is Japan's answer to Starbucks. The latte is good, and so are the pastries. Ambience is cozy. My brother craves for Doutor coffee.
STREET FOOD
* Takoyaki: Octopus cooked in gooey stuff eaten from a stick a la barbeque. The Ueno Park stand looked so inviting, so we tried it. Quite good, actually.
* Chocolate banana: Good old banana dipped in chocolate with candy sprinkles. For 100 yen, you can have fruit and chocolate too! Got one at Ueno Park and it tasted really good.
* Crepes: A number of crepe stations in little Volkswagen vans can be seen around Tokyo. We tried one in Harajuku which had a line of young people waiting to place their order. The strawberry crepe with vanilla ice cream was really good. I also saw one at Kamishakujii station and another one just outside the supermarket in Nerima-ku.
HOME COOKING
After all that yummy food outside, though, nothing beats real Japanese cooking done lutong bahay style. I am so blessed to have a true blue Japanese sister-in-law who cooks sooooo well. From tempura, nabe and teppanyaki to shabu-shabu, tonkatsu and miso soup, she can do them all by scratch. And her salads are so yummy too! I told her she could open a restaurant already; she's that good. So after a long tiring day walking and doing some sightseeing, we would gladly wait for her outside the small supermarket on the way home as she would pick up the freshest vegetables and meats so she can lovingly cook dinner for us at home. Bon appetit!
VERSE OF THE DAY: But the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear him, on those whose hope is in his unfailing love. Psalm 33:18
BOOKS OF THE WEEK: Myself, Elsewhere by Carmen Guerrero Nakpil is an engaging memoir about her life in prewar Ermita. This was Ermita during peace time, long before it has become the chaotic, shoddy area it is now. She eloquently describes the customs, manners and way of life of the Ermita elite up until World War II when many passed away. A good read.
The Children of Willesden Lane by Mona Golabek and Lee Cohen. During World War II, ten thousand Jewish children from Austria and Germany were allowed to board the Kindertransport, a rescue train. The kids became refugees in England. 243 Willesden Lane in London was the hostel some of them lived in. This book is the story of one of those refugees, Lisa Jura, a 14-year-old gifted pianist from Vienna. A poignant and moving story of music, love and survival during a very difficult time.
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