Silver

LAST NIGHT, A CLOSE friend of mine did want to die. So did I.

She told me her betraying story. Same one I’d been hearing all those days she’d been immersed in despair. That she strolled someplace in this city and then, somewhere on the streets, in her sight registered a familiar face. A man clinging to someone else, a girl. The man she’d seen just some time ago, during which made her think she’d been over it. That the feeling was over, that she was fine. Only, seeing him with someone else this time made her realize the contrary. In my head I could hear something else as she talked. I knew there had to be another source of her panic attack this time. And she knew it too. She wanted to buy a property, a place of her own. A home. But the circumstances did not allow her. She’d planned to get a house three or four weeks ago, I guess. Or maybe she’d been planning all along. All her life maybe? Something out of my knowledge to grasp.

Train like a Hunger Games “tribute” at Gandiva Café

A Katniss Everdeen wannabe?

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TRAIN LIKE A TRIBUTE for Hunger Games, or simply enhance your dexterity, at Gandiva Café. The venue—located at 7/F One Corporate Center Bldg., Julia Vargas St., cor. Meralco Ave., Ortigas Center, Pasig City—offers both relaxation and action through its:

• Dining area (café) — provides a variety of food menu, from thin crust pizzas to pasta, as well as choices of drinks, ranging from lemon grass tea to macchiato
• Archery range — provides bow and arrow and other necessary archery equipment, such as arm guard and sight, for a minimum payment

Dose of sweet caffeine to end bittersweet dreams

“I’LL JUST KEEP ON dreaming ‘til my heartaches end.” This line, I suppose, is the most intellectual advice you could hear from a human being whose heart, poetically speaking, functions more than his brain—someone who decides according to his feelings rather than his thinking. Scientifically speaking, he must have been predisposed by endogenous opioid peptides called the “endorphin,” which is produced by his pituitary gland and his hypothalamus, thus leading to, for example, a feeling of well being.

Yesterday, I’ve spent hours with two of my high school friends, Lee and Angie. We prattled about such things that are pointless for others, I think; yet there’s one thing I’ve noticed: we’ve grown just enough for our age bracket, but in my case, something has been left behind.

Onion salads with a pinch of Disney lesson

OUR CAMARADERIE WAS LIKE the closeness between a Spiritual Warrior and a transformed Media Puppet—it happened like the peeling of an onion.

Last June 6, my spiritual birthday, I found out that Robert already had his Facebook.com account, which I presume he had created this May. (I actually thought he'll never create a Facebook account because he said such an account would aid in the programming of every person's RFid in the future.) So I invited him using my Facebook account, which is linked to my official blog (this blog).

The next day, I read a message in my phone from Robert Rivera. He was asking me to delete my June 1 blog entry about him and Michelin in relation to the Pioneer because he doesn't want to appear as a presumptuous person. I’m not supposed to delete the entry since Mitz was touched with the article; however, I still concurred with Bert.

A rare fact about friendship from me…

THERE IS ONE THING about friendship that I believe in: Be true to your friends who, conversely, may not be true to you.

Tamilok, seafoods, and my self

DURING OUR FIRST NIGHT in Palawan, we ate at Kinabuch’s, which is a bistro in Puerto Princesa that serves exotic food. The best among the rest is tamilok, a kind of worm that is found in mangroves. The worst part is that they actually serve it raw!

My colleagues tried the delicacy – Pamela, April, Mitch, Tim, Genesis, Michelin and Ma’am Tina (our adviser in The Pioneer). They actually confessed that they felt as if they ingested bottles of San Miguel Light.

Mitz (Michelin) said it flavors like oyster that has a wood-like after-taste that when you burp, you feel like you’ve eaten wood over and over again. Everyone else concurred. Most of them got dizzy. Some of them wanted to vomit.

Friends for sale in ukay-ukay

LONG AGO, I RECEIVED a message saying: Kung ang isang kaibigan ay maibebenta sa ukay-ukay, ibebenta kita sa halagang piso. Bakit? Para lahat magka-chance na makilala ang isang tunay na kaibigang tulad mo....

Isn’t that dulcet and bewitching? Well, I suppose it’s not.

The thought of that message says if a friend could be vended in an “ukay-ukay” – these are the stores that sell low-priced genuine goods because they are cast-off – then the sender would sell the recipient, who is supposed to be his/her friend, for as low as Php1.00 only. Why? So that everyone would afford to purchase that person thus everyone will have the chance to meet a very special, congenial and unfeigned friend like him/her.

My argument: Why would I vend my precious friends if I know there are oodles of people out there who are “USERS”?

Sour mango and sweet ice cream

WHO WILL EAT A sour mango with ice cream as dessert? Well, I won’t; but when Carylle and I meet – we definitely do so!

Carylle Juico was my best friend way back in my “nursing days” when something (or someone) just “shoved” me to try a nursing course and dream of earning oodles of dollars abroad. Perhaps, one thing that we commonly love is Taekwondo. She was a yellow belter, and I am too back then.

Bizarrely, when we were together, we used to purchase food at McDonald’s fronting AUF, which was our university (not HER school now). Afterwards, she’ll invite me to eat siopao at Chowking and then I would concur. We love food and we perceive the world as an enormous pizza with different hues.