Segunda-feira, Dezembro 20, 2004
Och, Och! I Have Such An Accommodating Rugae! Aye!
Yesterday was as big as my stomach. Warning: This is the longest post I've ever made in my blog.
December 19, Sunday
7:00a
December mornings are the best ever. I am swathed with soft chill even without the electric fan on. I woke up under my white Ilocandia blanket and found my new kitten, Nicole, still sleeping and cuddled comfortably on my side. I could have gone back to sleep but decided to get up anyway and start surfing the net because I'm starting to miss it badly. I didn't stay that long in front of the computer, though. After twenty minutes or so I logged off, shut the computer down, and went back to bed. That was my breakfast.
9:17a
I felt my sister prod my arm. I found myself under the warm sheet again, this time without Nicole. She must have gone downstairs to the kitchen to eat Friskies from the plate under the working table. So I got up to follow her, resolving that I should make my brunch as well. I made my way to the kitchen bare foot and got some lettuce, a tomato, and Caesar dressing out of the fridge. Mama's there at the working area preparing sweet and sour, its recipe she got from the Sassy Lawyer. My mother is preparing a potluck for the Christmas party in the afternoon. In five minutes I had my Caesar salad with toasted bread ready. And in ten minutes I was through eating them. And in half an hour, my family would be attending a Sunday service in a house about twenty blocks away from ours. I got upstairs again to take a bath and dress up.
10:00a
The place in the house that holds the Sunday service is pretty small but very comfortable. Its facilities are complete. They got a/c's, overhead projectors, holy bibles, musical instruments, microphones, a podium, and whatnot. Meanwhile the living room is where Sunday schools are held. Lots of cute and smart children go there. All in all the room could accommodate around twenty-five persons at most. Pastors Art and Melissa are the owners of the house. They have three adorable kids and one of them is a sophomore who studies in MaSci. I remember she once told me she doesn't like her current adviser, Mrs. Carteciano, a very old (you won't ever see a strand of black/gray hair on her head) but beautiful Biology instructor who, as a matter of fact, remains one of my favorite teachers ever. I just don't get why she dislikes her. The praise and worship was swell and afterward Pastor Art talked about freedom with Jesus Christ.
12:00nn
We had a Christmas party at Tito Art and Tita Melissa's backyard. Their entire lot is actually very huge -- 500 square meters. So you could only imagine how big their backyard is. The event was more like a children's Christmas party and I felt like being in first grade again. Gazing upon the uberlively children alone could dearly lighten you up and that pretty feeling only happens once in a while so that makes it such an exquisite experience.
Lunch in the party was superb. I drowned myself in plastic cups full of soda. I ate Polly Garilao's chocolate cake, pancit, focaccia from Bizu, rice, and broiled chicken. I took another serving of these foods. And another. And another...
In every game you participate in, you get a loot bag. It doesn't matter if you win or not. That's how great the party is. At the end of the party my sisters and I got a bag full of candies, chips, and chocolates. I wish I never had to grow older each day. Haha.
3:00p
Show was over and my bloated family got inside our Revo parked just outside the house. Ate Nikki wanted to have her pedicure while I finally decided to have my already long and unkempt hair trimmed. So Ate Nikki drove toward a famous and cheap salon outside Merville. We both dropped off and Papa drove the car home. Soon after, I had my hair trimmed and got happy about it. At that time my sister was still getting a foot spa so I decisively went ahead.
6:00p
I couldn't get rest despite having eaten so much at the party. I did nothing except play with the kittens. The Philippine Madrigal Singers will be performing at the Greenbelt 3 lagoon at 8p and it excites me a lot. I could not contain myself.
7:30p
We just left the house and we're getting late for the Madz. I believe there won't be any seats left for us at the lagoon. All my family members will be watching the best performance of December save for Ciarra, my youngest sister since she'll be attending a Youth for Christ Christmas party at the Prime Towers in Makati. Well personally, she made a big mistake about choosing this party over the free Madz presentation. I can't blame her for having a different taste though.
8:10p
Indeed we went there late but what the heck, we only missed the Madz's first song. Uh-huh. I felt I just had a full body massage for free. These guys are so professional and I could justify how well they performed. I am no expert on music but I'd like to prove it to you anyway. First off, there maybe just twenty of them singing but their voices are as loud as thirty persons in a particular chorale wound sing it. Second off, the lagoon is a huge and open space but the Philippine Madrigal Singers could sing so clearly and resoundingly as if you really are in a theater. Third off, they have no conductor guiding them. They're so good they have no need for a conductor. Fourth off, they sing their songs while sitting. Even one of them, the leader of the group, was 'paos' but how they sang the songs was utterly superb anyway. It made no difference at any rate.
I closed my eyes and once again I felt as though I've been hearing the songs straight from a loud stereo when in reality the sound is coming from the group of people sitting just a few meters from me. Ah, I have died a million deaths just hearing them sing.
9:10p
My favorite pyrotechnics followed. It took all my breath away I almost died of asphyxia.
I met with my really big niece, Lara, and she enjoyed watching the computerized pyrotechnics as much as I did. Her big Irish daddy, John, just arrived in the Philippines and he's so happy to be here with his wife and daughter. John is a huge man and works in a casino abroad. I often laugh inside whenever we both strike up a conversation because I really find the Irish accent funny. Sometimes when he's not around, my sisters and I are messing around speaking the Irish accent. I have read about three-fourths of Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes before and during that time I could not help smiling because I keep remembering John and his funny intonation.
We hung around the Cafe Havana. I ate gambas, bread, and pizza along with a glass of Absolut Kurant. My brain was getting a little depressed now.
We could've stayed longer in the restaurant but this young waitress kept approaching our table, telling us that they're going to have a party at 9:45p. In other words, it means that she wanted us to leave immediately so they could get on with the party.
10:30p
John is a huge man with a crazy gust in nightlife and drinking. So we went to Cena, a chic restaurant in Greenbelt 4 for desert. I had a white chocolate espresso mousse, which tasted too sweet for me, and a glass of Bailey's and coffee to go with it. Outside it was chilly. The half moon is high up the starless sky. The garden beside this cafe is decorated with little yellow lights and the trees are festooned with bulbs placed inside capiz balls. I am drowsier now than when I was in Cafe Havana. I emptied my bladder frequently so I felt much better. Papa and John are talking at the end of the table. Mama and Ate Lena, John's wife, are chatting on the other side. I sit in the middle with my sisters who are busy eating dessert and drinking margarita and frapuccino. I drank my Bailey's to the last drop, then stare at my food that's eaten halfway already.
We finished at around 12mn and John and Papa had finished around four bottles of beer each. Meanwhile I did not finish the cake. It was too sweet.
December 20, Monday
1:00a
At the Prime Towers, we picked up Ciarra who, at this time, looked so haggard as if she needed to eat some food.
John is just like any of us in the family who has a huge appetite. Just when I thought we could go home now and get some good rest, John said he still wanted to check out on some bar or restaurant where we could stay in for one more hour. I was nonplussed. But I can't blame his jetlag.
Off we went to the North Park nearby. It's one of my family's favorite restaurants. We love Chinese food as much as we love Japanese delicacies. We sat on a long table and ordered our midnight meal. We had about five servings of siomai, countless bowls of tasty broth, and cups of warm tea.
1:45a
At long last we had satisfied our hunger. We're finally happy. We drove John and Ate Lena back to Prince Plaza and went home. My breathing went slow. I'm drifting away and now I'm saying hello to Dreamland.
I can never tell when I could finally start losing some weight. This shall be the last time I'll ever eat like that. I never thought my rugae could contain that much food in my stomach when I haven't even shat for the last 24 hours.
December 19, Sunday
7:00a
December mornings are the best ever. I am swathed with soft chill even without the electric fan on. I woke up under my white Ilocandia blanket and found my new kitten, Nicole, still sleeping and cuddled comfortably on my side. I could have gone back to sleep but decided to get up anyway and start surfing the net because I'm starting to miss it badly. I didn't stay that long in front of the computer, though. After twenty minutes or so I logged off, shut the computer down, and went back to bed. That was my breakfast.
9:17a
I felt my sister prod my arm. I found myself under the warm sheet again, this time without Nicole. She must have gone downstairs to the kitchen to eat Friskies from the plate under the working table. So I got up to follow her, resolving that I should make my brunch as well. I made my way to the kitchen bare foot and got some lettuce, a tomato, and Caesar dressing out of the fridge. Mama's there at the working area preparing sweet and sour, its recipe she got from the Sassy Lawyer. My mother is preparing a potluck for the Christmas party in the afternoon. In five minutes I had my Caesar salad with toasted bread ready. And in ten minutes I was through eating them. And in half an hour, my family would be attending a Sunday service in a house about twenty blocks away from ours. I got upstairs again to take a bath and dress up.
10:00a
The place in the house that holds the Sunday service is pretty small but very comfortable. Its facilities are complete. They got a/c's, overhead projectors, holy bibles, musical instruments, microphones, a podium, and whatnot. Meanwhile the living room is where Sunday schools are held. Lots of cute and smart children go there. All in all the room could accommodate around twenty-five persons at most. Pastors Art and Melissa are the owners of the house. They have three adorable kids and one of them is a sophomore who studies in MaSci. I remember she once told me she doesn't like her current adviser, Mrs. Carteciano, a very old (you won't ever see a strand of black/gray hair on her head) but beautiful Biology instructor who, as a matter of fact, remains one of my favorite teachers ever. I just don't get why she dislikes her. The praise and worship was swell and afterward Pastor Art talked about freedom with Jesus Christ.
12:00nn
We had a Christmas party at Tito Art and Tita Melissa's backyard. Their entire lot is actually very huge -- 500 square meters. So you could only imagine how big their backyard is. The event was more like a children's Christmas party and I felt like being in first grade again. Gazing upon the uberlively children alone could dearly lighten you up and that pretty feeling only happens once in a while so that makes it such an exquisite experience.
Lunch in the party was superb. I drowned myself in plastic cups full of soda. I ate Polly Garilao's chocolate cake, pancit, focaccia from Bizu, rice, and broiled chicken. I took another serving of these foods. And another. And another...
In every game you participate in, you get a loot bag. It doesn't matter if you win or not. That's how great the party is. At the end of the party my sisters and I got a bag full of candies, chips, and chocolates. I wish I never had to grow older each day. Haha.
3:00p
Show was over and my bloated family got inside our Revo parked just outside the house. Ate Nikki wanted to have her pedicure while I finally decided to have my already long and unkempt hair trimmed. So Ate Nikki drove toward a famous and cheap salon outside Merville. We both dropped off and Papa drove the car home. Soon after, I had my hair trimmed and got happy about it. At that time my sister was still getting a foot spa so I decisively went ahead.
6:00p
I couldn't get rest despite having eaten so much at the party. I did nothing except play with the kittens. The Philippine Madrigal Singers will be performing at the Greenbelt 3 lagoon at 8p and it excites me a lot. I could not contain myself.
7:30p
We just left the house and we're getting late for the Madz. I believe there won't be any seats left for us at the lagoon. All my family members will be watching the best performance of December save for Ciarra, my youngest sister since she'll be attending a Youth for Christ Christmas party at the Prime Towers in Makati. Well personally, she made a big mistake about choosing this party over the free Madz presentation. I can't blame her for having a different taste though.
8:10p
Indeed we went there late but what the heck, we only missed the Madz's first song. Uh-huh. I felt I just had a full body massage for free. These guys are so professional and I could justify how well they performed. I am no expert on music but I'd like to prove it to you anyway. First off, there maybe just twenty of them singing but their voices are as loud as thirty persons in a particular chorale wound sing it. Second off, the lagoon is a huge and open space but the Philippine Madrigal Singers could sing so clearly and resoundingly as if you really are in a theater. Third off, they have no conductor guiding them. They're so good they have no need for a conductor. Fourth off, they sing their songs while sitting. Even one of them, the leader of the group, was 'paos' but how they sang the songs was utterly superb anyway. It made no difference at any rate.
I closed my eyes and once again I felt as though I've been hearing the songs straight from a loud stereo when in reality the sound is coming from the group of people sitting just a few meters from me. Ah, I have died a million deaths just hearing them sing.
9:10p
My favorite pyrotechnics followed. It took all my breath away I almost died of asphyxia.
I met with my really big niece, Lara, and she enjoyed watching the computerized pyrotechnics as much as I did. Her big Irish daddy, John, just arrived in the Philippines and he's so happy to be here with his wife and daughter. John is a huge man and works in a casino abroad. I often laugh inside whenever we both strike up a conversation because I really find the Irish accent funny. Sometimes when he's not around, my sisters and I are messing around speaking the Irish accent. I have read about three-fourths of Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes before and during that time I could not help smiling because I keep remembering John and his funny intonation.
We hung around the Cafe Havana. I ate gambas, bread, and pizza along with a glass of Absolut Kurant. My brain was getting a little depressed now.
We could've stayed longer in the restaurant but this young waitress kept approaching our table, telling us that they're going to have a party at 9:45p. In other words, it means that she wanted us to leave immediately so they could get on with the party.
10:30p
John is a huge man with a crazy gust in nightlife and drinking. So we went to Cena, a chic restaurant in Greenbelt 4 for desert. I had a white chocolate espresso mousse, which tasted too sweet for me, and a glass of Bailey's and coffee to go with it. Outside it was chilly. The half moon is high up the starless sky. The garden beside this cafe is decorated with little yellow lights and the trees are festooned with bulbs placed inside capiz balls. I am drowsier now than when I was in Cafe Havana. I emptied my bladder frequently so I felt much better. Papa and John are talking at the end of the table. Mama and Ate Lena, John's wife, are chatting on the other side. I sit in the middle with my sisters who are busy eating dessert and drinking margarita and frapuccino. I drank my Bailey's to the last drop, then stare at my food that's eaten halfway already.
We finished at around 12mn and John and Papa had finished around four bottles of beer each. Meanwhile I did not finish the cake. It was too sweet.
December 20, Monday
1:00a
At the Prime Towers, we picked up Ciarra who, at this time, looked so haggard as if she needed to eat some food.
John is just like any of us in the family who has a huge appetite. Just when I thought we could go home now and get some good rest, John said he still wanted to check out on some bar or restaurant where we could stay in for one more hour. I was nonplussed. But I can't blame his jetlag.
Off we went to the North Park nearby. It's one of my family's favorite restaurants. We love Chinese food as much as we love Japanese delicacies. We sat on a long table and ordered our midnight meal. We had about five servings of siomai, countless bowls of tasty broth, and cups of warm tea.
1:45a
At long last we had satisfied our hunger. We're finally happy. We drove John and Ate Lena back to Prince Plaza and went home. My breathing went slow. I'm drifting away and now I'm saying hello to Dreamland.
I can never tell when I could finally start losing some weight. This shall be the last time I'll ever eat like that. I never thought my rugae could contain that much food in my stomach when I haven't even shat for the last 24 hours.
Carnaval took a nap at 1:24:00 PM
|
----------------------------------------------------------------
The Author
Carnaval is a fourth year nursing student of Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila. Her thoughts are whacked. She's mad so she's talking back. She's tired of people who stick their noses in things that are none of their business.
Previous Posts
- Something Wicked This Way Comes (Again) -- Relivin...
- All About Food
- Volley A La Leila Barros
- Great
- My Story Went Like This
- Do The Kegel Maneuver
- Internet, At Last!
- I See Them Coming
- The Euphoric December
- Hellebore The Great
Friends
- aeda
- anatomical snuffbox
- angela
- angeli
- anniel
- ate hannah
- ate lorah
- ate nik
- bren
- carmigz
- cow
- hobbes
- jebski
- jedihobbitwitch
- jhen
- joanne
- joacs
- jopwitee
- jordan
- karina
- kei
- kuya marlon
- llan3
- malou
- mechaion
- [mo]ssimo
- pam
- pepz
- pussyloverules
- raindrops
- riddler
- russ
- salot na iskolar ng bayan
- sedricke
- scribbles
- slang caveat
- summer bliss
- sunset eyes
- the fallen
- the memoirist
- tin
- twisted echoes
- vernanina
Hits
>>unload
Carnaval08