playing matchmaker

on the account that i thought i was an expert observer in human behavior,
i have attempted to play matchmaker to my friends.
since my social life be can classified in numerous ways,
i get to meet people with interesting personalities.
my friends are all cool-
starting from the smartest to really bad ass
like if you steal our parking space,
we will leave a lot of lovely dent on your lovely car!
(it is a crime, i know...)
i wonder kung nagpahilamos yung guy na yun the next day.
bwahahaha!

anyway, i didn't matchmake my bad ass girl friend
because she is already dating my bad ass guy friend.

what i do is, i pick single friends from each group,
give their numbers and charge them for coffee
if they end up in a good note.

i already made six pairs.

alas, i have never had any free coffee yet.

from now on,
i'll stop playing matchmaker.
it is a sign that i cannot make it as a career.

oh, i should be matchmaking myself first.
sheeeesssssshhhh..........

Love ulet?

"There are so many songs about love"
-Andy Warhol

A friend of mine told me that
it has been one of her biggest mistake
to listen to love songs
while she's mending her broken heart
(are we really broken after a break-up anyway?).

she said that if you listen to songs
about heartaches and hopes about it,
you will be more depressed.

I could not imagine
how many times she listened to
way back into love and that mariah Carey
song that i do not want to remember.
mariah carey? i mean, wow...
she must've been really down
to listen to that crap.

fine, i am not trying to be cool here,
i myself used to have break-up
songs of my own.
but to tell you honestly,
i seldom payed attention to the lyrics.
i cannot comprehend what the song is about.
hey, i just want to cry.
the only purpose of music
is to drown my sobs.

the only love song that i know by heart
is "Kwarto" by Sugarfree.
God knows how many times
i listened to it
while i cry in my room or in public.
yes, in public. what a loser.

this friend of mine told me
that her found remedy are songs
by Christina Aguilera and TLC.
thank heavens she did not mention Britney Spears.
i might have smacked her in the mall
if she utter "Britney".
oh, i am such a bad friend.
nyahaha!

Liwanag sa Dilim helped me a lot
whenever i am tired and scared due to work
or a kaput relationship happens.
and of course, marilyn manson.
too bad, Rivermaya broke up
and i have no idea what's the new
manson line up now.
bands break-up too.

back to my friend,
she was quite surprised how i manage to
sound and look okay always.
that i never called her everytime i am down.
i told her that i prefer to deal
with my emotions alone.
ganun talaga ang buhay.

every endings are not easy,
but i guess if you get a lot of it,
it'll definitely hurt less.

as of Andy Warhola,
uhm, yes, I love him.

you are my moors

If this virgin since birth popular blogger
is looking for a girlfriend,
I am honestly looking for my chef.
but how can i meet any of them?
they end up with chefs too.
culinary school romance is hard to beat
and i cannot afford dining
in fab restos as often as i want.
fine, i'll just look for someone
who can cook me good food
aka hot guy who knows good dishes.
better yet, he cooks for me naked
or flips omelet wearing an apron--
only that apron.

food = love.

that's how i do my math.
yesterday,
i was able to
cook the really good fried noodles
that i have tried and dreamt about in binondo.
yes, i dream about good food.
and it made me a bit sad.
i want someone to cook for me sometimes.

i have this favorite chinese resto
in Mall of Asia.
the dishes were beautifully presented even.
after dinner, i came to the cashier
to compliment them for such a treat.
near this lady cashier
is a really good looking manager.
he just gave me a nod but he didn't smile back at me.
i then again visit their other branch in Jupiter street
the following month,
and to my surprise,
he's there, serving our dessert
and smiling at me this time!
i bet he does that to all of the
gluttonous diners like me.
but still, it felt like i had my chance.
when i looked into his eyes,
i can almost hear him say:
"you love good food?
i will feed you good food". Marry me..."
ahaha! i am so deluded.
must be the MSG they put.
at least i have an excuse.
hmmm.. I didn't dare try to flirt
with him that night,
I was with my family!
sayang.

left and disabled

i have opened numerous tuna cans using a knife
without cutting myself.
an acquired skill because there was a necessity.
if i failed to do it, i will starve.
it was during college days that you are so tired,
busy and hungry that you just have to eat
then sleep after a tiring day.
and it usually is tiring.

since the beautiful tuna cans are the only
ones that served as a decoration in that old apartment
and so as my staple food,
i am usually drawn to admire and consume it.
if i was a cum laude graduate,
i will be happy to endorse their products.
but no, it didn't made me smarter.
too bad.

but this is not the whole point to this blog
(as if i ever had).
these high-tech can openers are really great.
new designs made my life easy even if
it is specially made for right handed people.
i was a well adjusted left handed
who enjoys opening tuna cans using my right hand.
not that my diet didn't change from tuna after all these years.

but the big fuzz of a problem started when i tried opening
a bottle of sesame oil.
i thought that these expensive can openers
serve as a wine and bottle opener too?

i honestly examined it
and attempted to open that special bottle
for ten minutes.
yes looking like an idiot,
and maybe i uttered:
"Oble taught me a lot of things in life.
did UP forgot to teach me how to open a bottle
using a can opener"?

what if there is a bottle emergency?
and i'm alone and i cannot open it?

what the....

still, the bottle of sesame oil
is left unopened.
i have tried but always in vain.

but i know that i can learn
the skill soon.
i know i will...

the food driven life

more restos to try...
RICE GURL tries RICE WINE!
SAKE at SAKURA!
(darn, i'm almost rhyming!)

okay, it's a liquor.
but hot liquor on a rainy saturday is just perfect.
their spicy tuna sushi is to dieeeeee for!
it has rice (syempre), rice crispies, fresh tuna cubes
and other edible(i think) stuff.
really tasty.
it's a must for people who are hesitant to eat raw fish.
the right amount of chili drowns out
the fishy taste and smell of tuna.
sobrang masarap. promise.
please, please try it.

sakura has a branch in SM mall of asia.
quite interesting.
i do not know if it's a pick up joint/resto
'cause we saw this man impatiently waiting,
having his beer in the al fresco area
while this MILF in red blouse,
sexy jeans, and red high heeled shoes arrived.
definitely not his wife.
if i had too much sake,
a big possibility that i came out to them
and screamed: IMMORALS! SHAMELESS!
to their faces.haha!

but that's not my point.
the purpose of my existence is to try good food
and not to tell people what they should and shouldn't do.
i do not have the right to tell people
how they should be living their lives.
but if you ask me...
maybe i'll tell you
- with compensation, of course.
more money = more food.

kalye ni juan in MOA is okay as well.
pinoy food, reasonable price.
the kind of resto
your mom will probably enjoy.
i guess i kinda enjoyed it more
because i was eyeing
this good looking lesbian the whole time.
lesbian? me? immoral? haha!

banana leaf in greenbelt 3 is okay too
according to my sister.
their rotti and chicken curry is a must.
did i just say BANANA?
i actually haven't tried it though.
i mean, the resto not the BANANA.

oh, the choco caramel mousse in red ribbon
i freaking good!
try a slice, please.
you will definitely love it.
it's better than sex- i mean the chocolate cake.
or i just want to mention the word sex?
is it illegal?
SUE ME.

puff and gulp

i miss smoking.
the art of puffing smoke
is almost like a silent prayer for me.
the habit started way back during my first year in college
when it's raining in the afternoon,
the city is gray,
and the cold temperature made me feel more alone.
it took awhile before i have found my new set of friends.
so marlboro menthol or lucky strike were the only thing
that kept me composed at that time.

cigarettes have become more of a bestfriend.
those were the days that i have mastered the art of being alone.
i enjoyed singlehood in pools of pairs.

always armed with my notepad and a pen, a good book,
and a pack of my bestfriend
and i'm good the whole day.

mp3 players and ipod are still not widely available at that time.
it's quite good though,
since i cannot drown my environment with music
i have become a keen listener to other people's conversations.
human behavior is an interesting topic to research onto anyway.
couple's breaking up, people gossiping,
a flunked exam, a good party
and even murderous intents.
surprise...surprise...
and all those times,
i have kept an impassive face.
do not stare at me.
i do not want to be bothered.

i really want to go back to smoking
but my lungs cannot handle it.
i even find the smell almost unbearable.
though the taste is perfect with coffee,
i just wish there's a cigarette
that's just made for puffing.
smells and tastes like menthol
and the cloudy smoke will be red.

pumi PMS=

sumesenti,
sumusungit,
sumasakit ang ulo