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No More Hiding

In Personal on November 29, 2011 at 12:56

I have a number of personal posts saved in my drafts, and I’m going to post them all already. No more hiding. I mean, what’s the use of this blog anyway, right?


The Hamburger

In Food and Recipes on November 23, 2011 at 19:44

A hamburger  is a sandwich consisting of a cooked patty of ground meat (usually beef but occasionally pork or combined meats) usually placed inside a sliced bread roll often served with lettuce, bacon (mmm bacon), tomato, onion, pickles, cheese and condiments such as mustard, mayonnaise, ketchup and relish. Doesn’t just describing it  makes your mouth watery? I know mine does. I love hamburgers. I can’t picture my life without hamburgers. (Well, I can picture myself a lot healthier which is obviously good but who gives a damn?) 

Okay, what really got me talking about hamburgers is not my eternal love for such a glorious cuisine but this girl in one of my classes. We had lunch together with our other classmates just last week and I happen to got myself a cheeseburger. That was some good cheeseburger. We’re good, no drama or anything, it’s just she doesn’t like hamburgers. She doesn’t eat hamburgers. Doesn’t. Eat. Hamburgers. I couldn’t believe I would ever meet someone who refuses something heavenly as a hamburger.  Ham-fucking-burger–  just one of the most awesome food inventions made by mankind! The one who invented it, in fact (and I will look him or her up) is an absolute genius! Refusing to believe, I asked her, “Is it because of religion?” She said, “No” “Oh, you must be one of those health freaks, aren’t you?” And she said, “No”  In my head I was like, then what the hell’s the problem, gurl? She eventually said that she just doesn’t like the taste of beef and or pork. So she doesn’t like beef and pork. I guess she could eat a fish fillet sandwich then or a chicken burger which I think is the closest one to a proper hamburger she could ever get. But I feel sad for her– if she knew I just said that, she maybe all like, I’m the one feeling sorry for you ’cause yo the one who’s gonna die early, gurl! (Okay, all of this is turning me ghetto) I can’t blame the girl for not liking the taste of it and hamburgers may not be that good especially for the heart, but I will tell you this, having a glorious serving of a proper hamburger is good for the soul.

Hamburgers, through time, managed to evolve in a manner conforming to preferences of such hamburger fanatics. Some  add eggs to their burgers, perhaps in an attempt for a breakfast type of  hamburger.

Here we have the the fries in a burger, which I must say I should try in the future. (Hey, that rhymes!)

And for some who can’t decide between hamburger and pizza, the pizza burger. Add some fries and or milkshake, eat it often and subtract a couple of years from your existence.

For me, the original components of hamburger works best. As they say, there’s no place like home.

So what’s your type of hamburger?

Kindness Tasted Like Lasagna!

In Personal on November 18, 2011 at 22:14

Earlier this Friday evening, I met a stranger on a bicycle. I was walking my way home when he stopped his bicycle in front of me and began to ask me for directions. From the looks of it, he’s lost and pretty tired. He was breathing heavily. Little dots of sweat covered his forehead. He might have tried beforehand to work his way out of the area yet failed and had no choice but to settle with asking for help. I was quite taken unaware ’cause I was deep into my own thoughts. I quickly snapped myself out of my head to help the dude. The man looked like he’s in his early 30’s but kind of a tad short for his age.

He was pedaling around for a couple of hours already, looking for Cartimar to buy his bicycle some parts and stuff. Lucky for him because he bumped into  this girl who knows her way around the area. Wonder why he didn’t just ask some people earlier to save him from all the trouble? I’m pretty sure there were people around the area, too, hours earlier. Men and asking for directions; seriously, what’s wrong with it? Anyway, after failing to apprehend my directions, I then decided to walk with him until he get a sight of the location. Honestly, an initial response would be skeptical about walking with the dude (considering the high crime rate in this country, you’d be damn well skeptical, too), but then I followed my gut. And my gut said, “You’d get free dinner out of this so get a move on!”– kidding! My gut told me to do this man a favor; to do this kind deed.

I managed a good chat with the dude and get this, he’s a friend of my older half-brother– cool coincidence. He’s actually an old high school friend of my brother. I gave him my brother’s digits to let them catch up with their lives and do some dude stuff. We arrived at the area but, unfortunately, we caught the shops closed. But hey, at least he’d know how to get to the place next time.

And because I saved him from more sweating and more confusion, and more probably because he’s friends with my brother, he offered me to grab a bite to eat. I could have passed on the free grub but I thought to myself, “Hey, this is the reward of this kind deed, you deserve it. Well, other than the already-rewarding feeling from it”

Basically, I got free dinner from helping a stranger find his way around. Good deeds really have their own rewards. Mine just tasted like lasagna.   

Eleventh of November 2011: Eleven Eleven O’Clock

In Personal on November 11, 2011 at 11:11

It’s the 11th of November 2011 today– that’s 11/11/11. I don’t know about you but I’m one of those who hope in the power of such combination. I do not depend solely on this for my desires to be fulfilled. All I am saying, there’s no problem with trying it out.  This 11/11/11 at 11:11, I hope for contentment with still the drive to do the best that I can in my endeavours to create something life-changing. I believe this 11:11 phenomenon just made something beautiful as people unite in a minute of serenity making wishes and hoping it will come true. This 11:11, together with all of you who have their hands squeezed together somehow thinking that it will create a bigger chance of the wish coming true, with eyes shut and with every single desires whispered under your breaths, I hope for you to be happy.

Real or not, call me naive, but there’s nothing wrong in believing, right?