SANINGS, finally!

If you happen to reside in Bacolod City, you might have heard of this infamous karenderia. Karenderia, carenderya, kalenderya or wahtever you want to call it. I do not exactly know what is the English equivalent for that. Let me just describe it. A karenderia is like a diner minus all the frills. It is often small in size. It usually got tables that are closely spaced with each other plus the chairs. The viands are in display for the people to choose what they want. It is always in a ala carte, if that helps. You aske for a serving of viand #1 and then a serving of viand #2. Everyday the viands are different except for a few favorites like Linagang baka (beef stew, maybe) and the adobo, perhaps. Some karenderia offers the meal package in where you it already includes a viand, rice, soup and maybe a soda. The rice are served by first shaping it in a tea cup and then the cup is turned upside down on a plate so the rice serving will transfer on you plate. Some cups are too small and some servers would loosely fit the rice inside the cup making you ask for an extra rice after you are done with your first. Karenderias are usually cheap. There are people who will never dare eat in one because they feel like it's dirty and unsanitized. (Are you people sure that restaurants are clean as you think they are supposed to?) I know some fairly clean karenderias. The thing is that they sould have clean water source (not those open buckets of water), food is served hot and so are the utensils. During my college days I can say that I ate to a fairly a lot of karenderias already. But, I never ate at Sanings. What is with Sanings?

I always hear it from friends, friends of friends and friends of friends of friends. They would say that the people there are flocking and that you sometimes have to wait so you can get a table. The famous menu is the linaga and also the parpilya. It's a secret dining place (no more), they say. You get to eat there with students, yuppies, oldies, "rich kids", mountaineers, emloyees and employers. It is located somewhere in Banago alongside other stalls of vegetables and eateries among others. It is almost hard to miss if you've never been there.

March 14. I finally got there. My bestfriend Jen, woke me up by scratching my sole and told me that we have lunch at Sanings with nong Gene. It was lunch time and so I hurriedly dress up.

It was my first time and it thrills me because first times should always thrill you, right? It was a Saturday and the it was almost full of peole but we managed to get a table quick. We were served with 3 smoking bowls of what appears to be linagang baka, it was greatly decoarted with green onions. The rice are se

Old Coffee Pictures

Pictures dated last 2006 with Jade and Geofrey. We had coffee at Erika's Cup, thanks Geoff. :)) I think beer followed but let's skip that. LOL. The cigarette pictures, I really want to delete it. I DO NOT like it. Help. :))

The Infinite

Today, March 14 I pretty well accomplished a lot of stuff. I woke up at about 9 which is too early for me. I tried to upload pictures but Multiply is the b*tch that will occasionally give me anUPLOADER FAILED message. This not-so-reliable PC is virtually low in memory so I have to delete gazillion of pictures before it will be completely dead. I went to my aunt's place for a late lunch because they just opened their grocery store and internet cafe which is named WALING-WALING. I find the name funny. I know it's an orchid variety which Davao is famous of. My aunt told me it was because the owner of the building, which is her older sister and brother-in-law, which is now my aunt and uncle or whatever, worked for many places with flowers associated to it. The couple are doctors in Hawaii and I think that explains. If you happen to go to the Pana-ad festival, the said store is located infront of those amusement park rides. I went to my ex-school (hehehe) to request for TOR, diploma and honorary dismissal. I was absent for my IELTS workshop (for the third time) because nong Gene treated me and nong Dino for pizza. I am most cheap. Bribe me with food. ULK. I bought a book. It's Jessica Zafra's Twisted 8. I bought it because the book look great with it's plastic cover, the book store lights did the trick, the infinite sign looks appealing and I really do read Jessica Zafra. I asked nong Gene if the infinite sign looks familiar to him too. He said yes, it's the ribbon people pin on their breast pocket every World AIDS day. He was helpful, really. Look here....

MAYBE there is a similarity but I learn about the infinite sign in algebra class and the AIDS ribbon from, oh, I never learned about it.
The publisher's note is the most interesting. Read this one:

"It is our contribution to the campaign to reduce the amount of stupidity in the world."

I never know there was a campaign. Maybe because I belong to the umbrella of the stupid.
I read the book when I reached home. I read it in between Mari Mar's final episode and commercials.The publisher said you can read it just like when you listen to your IPOD on shuffle mode. That is what I did even with the previous Twisted series. I was a bit disappointed because i expect it to be much like the other Twisted. I hate it when prejudices influence my readings. Dang. I feel like she's less angsty now, which is bad. Zafra is equals to angst. I think that sometimes I write the way she does. On many of my high school random journals they were either influenced by Zafra or Bob Ong. I was once noted to look like her! I used to wear weird shaped eyeglasses in my senior year. I was obese ('til now) and I kinda hate the world. I was like an old maid wanting all people to be equally miserable like me. I studied Zafra's face on one of her book cover. She has a flat nose just like mine (but mine is cute-ier), zits, large eyes and that's all I remember. I am the prettier version of Jessica Zafra. LOL. She's not that ugly, if you think I am trying to implythat she is. Let's say in a ladder she sits on the pretty step while I sit on both the prettier and the prettiest steps.
I like her entry about how she read the Holy Bible when she was a kid. I was exactly like her. I have my own book of Bible stories. I really want to share that experience I had but I have to make another blog entry for that. I don't want to eat much of your time so I have to do it on a separate one.

My Time

So, this is one of those lazy nights I always have and love. This is the reason of my lack of sleep and binging too much but it's ok. Staying up late is a learning time for me.

Minutes ago I was blog-hopping. I saw sites of Ala Paredes, Bianca Gonzalez, Patty Laurel, Carlo Ledesma and etc.. They are the famous people (atleast for me they are). I envy them for they traveled a lot. I want to travel into many, many places.

I want to meet people. I want to eat the food they eat. I want to greet them in their dialect. I want to take pictures. I want, I want, I want!!! I am young and my time to do that is yet to come.

I want to go to Japan next year. I do not know how but I want to go to Tokyo, Japan! Oh, I am so crazy. I am not a fan of Japanese cuisine except I eat sushi (which is so expensive!) but I still want to go there. I also want to go to España but not too soon.

I am a nurse now, by the way. REGISTERED NURSE!!!!! I thank God for that. :)

My father suggests I work in Singapore next year. I don't know yet because I have to serve my fellow men first for a year. I am also considering a masteral degree next year so plans are so ever-changing. :) I pray that God will guide me.

Back to those blogs... I envy it much. Don't worry because if I can see the whole world soon I'm going to post gazillion of pictures here, okay?

For the mean time I'm going to upload HAPPY PICTURES. FIREWORKSSSSS!!!! Fireworks make me happy even just for a fraction of a second.

Oooops, I am so sorry. I don't know how to post my pictures properly. :[[ I took the pictures from SM City December 2007.

Welcome back crazy!

After the longest time of having my so-called blog leave, I am back again. Let's see, I have a mistress blog. It's my multiply account. http://myzing.multiply.com/. I haven't deleted yet my first multiply account which is http://mindofmyz.multiply.com/ I tell you, multiply is user-friendly, themes are ready made and it's like evrything else in one. It's my blog, chat box, photo blog, review blog, links to other sites and etc plus, plus my contacts are increasing. I love my blogspot. It's my first love and I must be honest though this is my first love I had a thought months ago of completely neglecting it but I never thought that the saying" First love never dies" is true. Ok, I have an account on every random sites I know but I try to make this blog the "serious one". You know, for the serious and the old. Kid you. I'll see you later, old lover.

Great! Guess what happened... Ah, I'm leaving it for you to guess but here's an excerpt from a draft I made in my Multiply account....
"If there is anybody out there who knows the complexity of a middle child, it should be me. Sad to say, I am a middle child and it is something I lived as a struggle of both pain and happiness for twenty years now. I have two sisters. They are two opposing poles, the north and the south. I am their equator. It is never easy handling them both because I act as a younger sister to the other one and an elder sister to the other, thus the middle child complexity happens. To my parents, they see me as the independent one. Someone capable of making her own fucking decisions in life that they sometimes forgot I need them to back me up (even in just choosing a fucking pink top for my pseudo job interview.) I can go out and party all night and they can worry the least of me becasue they know I am fucking capable of finding my way home in the dawn safe and sound .They knew I will never get drunk. they knew I will not do anything so stupid ithat will ruin my damn life. Yes, they knew...or maybe they know nothing at all..."

so BOOORRRINg, you won't dare read this!

And so it is Sunday. I forgot to play worship songs by the time I woke up this morning. Grrrr.. I have all my "things-to-do" in my mind for today. .....do the laundry, take off the scrap in my room, change the sheets, do my English project... I want this day to be productive so I have to move my obese ass off the bad and keep moving. I am almost done with the laundry which is like 10 tons heavy! can you imagine that? My wonderful family members even left me home alone. Talking about a modern day Cinderella story... Hey, I don't want to be Cinderella. Since I was a kid I always wanted the roles of the evil step sisters and Cruella Da Ville. Now, I'm loving Lavinia's role in Bituing Walang Ningning, too bad it has to end. (As if I religiously watch that series) So here I am, drinking another mug of cold coffee and is trying to figure if it's really a creamer or flour that I put in a while ago. It sill makes the coffee creamier, atleast. My mind is blank now. I have to end this and once again drive my as off this not so comfy seat and finish that damn 10 tons of laundry. The wicked family members will be home anytime soon....

faces of WRATH

Picture taken from Meg's place, i feel anorexic here (haha)
At the backstage of La Salle's coli jsut after the FIX night
Trying to figure whos upstairs....
I am dissecting a frog here.
fast asleeep.

seize

I have long overdue posts that I already forgot. I always try to make a point to post something new here every weekend but always fail to. Hay, buhay... always busy.

"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves and then we have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos." - Snoopy

Goodbye is a bitter word for almost evryone. We hate to say this but we can't live life long without our share of saying this. I hate goodbyes. I never liked them,

101 on 1001

Together with Lyden, Jade and Shara we decided to make a list of our 101 things to do in 1001 days. I originally saw it on a blog of a woman residing somewhere in America. I had a thought that it might be fun at the same time will give me contentment. So I have that idea to share it with the three other girls. It is even funny because we four decided to somewhat follow the four bitchy characters of the tv series The Sex And the City namely Miranda, Carrie, Samantha and Charlotte. We call ourselves girls of The Sex And The City And The Beautiful. I am still on my way to the 80 plus of my list but it is not final yet since I want that most of the 101 things do not involve a great amount of money to spend or none at all. I admit it is really difficult because just even to hand a dozen of balloons to a dozen of kids I will meet on the streets will cost an average of a hundred pesos. Hmm..maybe I should not think of the money I will spend rather I will dwell on the after-feeling that I will get so does this mean I won’t have to cross out my regular pedicures and manicures? Will it my list should be less of a self pampering because I should share happiness with everyone else. I have to be less grumpy and be more of a happy person. That’s it!

SOME THING

The hand-me-down Timex wristwatch broke off almost a 2 months ago.I was in our school bus when I have to stand up and it's screw ( that thing that you touch to set time popped off because it got caught on the seat...) I need a new wristwatch. I don't really like it very much since it's only a hand-me-down, itw as ot my kind of taste. It's sophisticated alright, but I find it so plain. I Bought a new one and a cheap one. Less than a hundred and fifity pesos. Great because it's only 5% of the price of the previous watch. But I love it. It's like more of a statement than being a watch. I had it at the amll. I will post a pic tomorrow. By the way, it was Le Nette's capping and candle lighting ceremony yesterday. I'll post some pics tomorrow night.
P.S. Jade, Lyden , Shara and I made this list f 101 things to do in 1001 days. Cool. I will post it tomorrow. By the way i got to accopliched one of teh hundred and one ewhich is to try a local restaurant (about ten). I had dinner with JAde at a local Chinese diner> i will post pics tom. I have to move fast. I have to read. mwah. This was a long day.

Is it me

I need to be depressed because it feeds my soul. I need to be introverted. I need to be bitter to have emotions on how it is to grief and to feel sorrow. I need to. It is a choice. I am happily depressed.

A PIECE OF MY WRATH

(Enter all the curses and bad words you know here).
I am almost dead. I hate everything. I hate my shampoo for giving me this itch in my head. I hate the internet provider for being fuckingly slow. (Shello wishes “they” will have a slow death). I hate my post its. I have a gazillion of my to-do-list there and it’s nowhere to be find. I hate it because I think I lost the book. I hate my self-diagnosed selective memory loss. I fucking hate myself because I always wanted to be a writer even I am of no good at it. I fuckingly hate it because I do not know what to do with it now. I fuckingly hate this blog because it is so crappy. I fuckingly hate everything tonight. I have all my fucking hate emotions bottled inside me. I am not going to explode yet and I fuckingly hate it.

DEEP SHIT THINKING

Lahat ay langaw. Pangit. Marumi. Nakakadiri. Langaw na gusto ng walang kataposang ta-e.
May mga langaw nakatikim lang ng karampot na ta-e akala nya hari na siya.
Ang langaw ay langaw pa rin kahit ito ay nakahiga sa sankatutak na ta-e. Wala silang pinag ka iba sa langaw na hindi pa nakatikim ng ta-e.

Kabiganin nyo na lang ang langaw na nag papasabog ng ta-e sa kapwa niyang mga langaw. Siya ay mapag bigay. Tularan ang nasabing lanagaw.

NOTE TO SELF

NOTE TO SELF: All men are idiots and I'm going to marry their king.

School Girl's Bag Contents

A typical friday. I had 5 hours of sleep (2am-7am) and it felt like eternity ( I had 2 hours of sleep every night for the past nights) . I was rushing all the way to school this morning just to arrive atleast 7:45 am. Gawd, I was not late, thank you. I was not able to eat my breakfast, the only meal I will not always dare to skip if I will wake up before 2 PM. Another boring lecture from the same instructor who once said in class, "Have you tried cremasteric reflex with your boyfriend, class? I once did it with a boyfriend of mine." As if a single soul inside the classroom cares. As usual I did not take down notes although I know we are going to have a post quiz. I hate to mention this but my instructor said "When I went to the international world.."
Ha? Where the hell is that?

Break time. Everybody's favorite. I had my brunch at the school's foodcourt with Lyden (BB-Boobs and Butt sis) and Jade. I had this usual viand and rice. I had the Pork with monggo (which triggered my allergies after) and I have to do extra with the carbs so I had Sotanghon with veggies. It is like pasta, just incase you are too ignorant. BB had some of it and I am always glad to share it with her so I can share some unwanted bulges of fats as well.


I am still on the "sick mode". Runny nose, persisitent coughing and a big plus to the green mucus that resides inside my nose. Would you believe that yesterday I bought one roll of tissue paper (toilet one, ayt?) and it was not even enough for me to sneeze on? Sheeeks. I sneezed about a gazillion times yesterday.

I feel depressed now. Haha. This had been my favorite line for the longest time now. I just feel so low. By the way just before hitting home I was at the mall with 3 of my thesis mates conducting research for women undergoing menopause. It was so gutsy of me as if I know everything about our research. I sound so polite.

"Excuse me, ma'am. We are 4th year Nursing students of La Salle and we are conducting a research on women undergoing menopause. If it is not too much to ask from you ma'am can you be one of our respondents for our survey questions? By the way here is our letter.. (hands letter). "
"You are rest assured that all the personal information will be treated confidential. This will be greatly help us ma'am."

Crap. I sound and looked like a phony.

Oh so, where is the connection of my post to the entry title?

Here is my bag (actually Jez's--credit her please). A bright pink Giordano cardigans. I just held the bag upside down so the contents will fall. Took a pic and here it is.

Contents: ( just try to figure which one I am referring)

1. Lip gloss palette by Penshoppe
2. Long wearing pressed powder by Maybelline (courtesy of my sissy WIng)
3. two masks (for the Operating Room and for the ward)
4. disposable caps (for the Operating room that I got from my sis' bag)
5. More Lighter but the brand is Cricket (well just incase there will be a blackout) :)
6. Pink pouch(which is supposed to be a cellphone's pouch..can you some patski?)
7. toothbrush (I always carry it with me although I don't really brush my teeth outside home)
8. CHN shirt that Jela borrowed a couple of weeks ago
9. My RLE handbook (guard it with your life..hehe)
10. a fan (I got it from Jed, the guy who man the net cafe down the road that I like to pester)
11. clips
12. hairpins
13. broken zipper (from another bag)
14. Checklist of things to do. I havea gazillion of them elsewhere.
15. a hanky full of mucus. :)
16. My id in yearbook (hey, where's my school id?!)
17..umm..what else... dirt bag...

PUMPS

I feel so lucky upon hearing from Nang Allen, (right hand of grand aunt Theodora/Dors) that there are lotsa pairs of pumps inside the cabinet in Lola's house. It was formerly my Auntie Rosie's and probably my other aunts' collection during their bachelorette days. Last April I had the chance to see the the shoes. I was so excited going throughg the dusty cabinet (and it made me sneeze more tahn ten times, grr! allergic rhinitis! ) They are well kept in their boxes. (My Lola Dors is really good in keeping things intact) There were about 30 pairs I guess. I suddenly feel so rich! I feel like I am Imelda Marcos. I am so rich of shoes! My gawd. I feel so lucky. Imagine, pumps are expensive nowadays and right infront of my eyes are 30 pairs of it. They all come in diiferent styles and colors. Hot pink, yellow, studded black and those I did nt mention. My shoe size is 8. Here is the funny part. The size of the shoes are atleast 6 and a half and 7 the most. Not even Lorwin's feet can get into it and don't wish for Le Nette's, she has 9 as her shoe size. Hay, sometimes, you are not that very lucky. You think you are but then you are not. *sigh*

Here are some of the pairs by the way. I took this pic at my granny's place. I have the twenty pairs with me now (bedroom). I used it for my yearbook pictorial. I was surrounded by shoes. :)

I miss doing this--- CRYING

Snap. I will cry. Tears will slowly stung in my cheeks. It is easy as 1, 2, 3, but that was many years ago. I will cry over a toothache, a sweet smelling stationery lost in my box, a candy bar dropped on the floor, a good scolding from my parents, a sibling pulled my hair, a seatmate calling me names, a missed homework, movie "Land Before Time", a scraped knee, an ugly dress for Christmas party, an unwanted toy, a bully snatched my lunch, a failed quiz, a missed palce in the contest, ... There is always a reason to cry. But I was a kid then. I was below the age of 10 or maybe 7. Now, I am 20. I am bitter. I know I should not cry and if ever I have to the world does not have to know. I should not cry because the world may think I am weak, it may think I am so sensetive of my feelings, it may think I am an emotional crap. I am tough.. the world has to know that. I can endure the pain that he is giving me. But, that is what I thought. I think I am wrong.

It is nice to know that despite being so tough, I am still human and human that I am, it is always ok to cry. I wish I can cry. I miss the bitter taste of tears staining my face.

It's been along time since... Don't you think. Oh yes, I miss you. Of course!

The world was so cruel that it did not gave me all the time in this world so I can update you. Yeah, you missed a lot baby. I hate to say that as much I hate to get into details what were those things you missed.

I am soo happy right now although there is a thousand reasons not to be. But I embrace life. I celebrate it. :) See, I am less angst driven lately. It's kinda tiring to frown more and more each day.

I feel like a cast of "the Sound Of Music". Singing the "sixteen Going Seventeen" and yet I really am a 60 something old missy with curly short hair. Haha. I want to dance. Whatever it is. I just want to do some tapping of my feet. :)