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Cooking Kimi

Mon, 04 May 2009 09:36:09 GMT

Last Saturday, I went to a Japanese cooking class, and I never had so much fun like that in any er- home economics-type of class haha! I've had a fascination with baking ever since I was a teenager, and now, I think I'm glancing too much on cooking as well. Hmm, I remember... Dec 2008, I, alongside my sister, cooked Japanese food (sukiyaki, agedashi tofu, california maki and er, tonkatsu?) for the family. Pa and Ma said the food was great BUT I wasn't convinced hehe. I wanted to perfect the cooking of the food I love so dearly. Now, I think a good opportunity came again. ^_^

I love to eat -- though not entirely obvious hehe. I love rice and Japanese rice is one of the best out there. So! Within the week, I think I'll practice what my cooking sensei had preached. I'll try ebi tempura, and tori teriyaki and miso soup first.

Hmmm... if I perfect this cooking, then am I allowed to marry Tomo?

De-to Series, Summer 2009: Ana “George” Ecaterina C. Tan

Fri, 01 May 2009 03:19:27 GMT

Ohhhh she’s gonna kill meh when she finds out I plastered her full name atop this post hahaha!!! Okaaaayyy. Yesterday, George and I went to SM Megamall to catch up, eat (I know, I know, I’m a glutton) and for George to share the most anticipated omiyage, “The YamaPi Goodies”.

The day started gloomy with all that heavy rain, etc… I kind of missed those days when I would be cussing my way through a swarm of late comers just because I was late too. Heavy rain, thunderstorms, jackets atop my school uniform, wet shoes and socks, starting to get sick…ahhhhh yes. I miss my alma mater. Realizing all this while I was crossing C5, I really felt the academic pressure again. All those stupid antics I did just to be one of the A students…such stupidity; thankfully it didn’t kill this cat. Ironically, I passed by the entrance of my alma mater – I could not help but smile. I told myself, “Oh hell yeah! Meeting up with a high school buddie as I pass by my high school… deym. So tear-jerking.”

I waited inside Powerbooks® for George. When she arrived, we ate at a nearby Nihon resto; endless chatting and laughing ensued. Yamapi goodies were truly goodies! I thank George for having such nice taste in magazine and keychain gift-giving! Hahaha! YAMASHITA TOMOHISA IS HOTTTT! Well, that’s a different story. Now anyway, with the goodies came a Studio Ghibli keychain (kawaii!) and Sakura-flavored sweets (they are sweet, George!). After she gave me her omiyage, I felt reallllllllyyyyyyyyy haaaappppyyyyyyyyy by just merely looking at Tomo. Hahah! I ma such an addict.

I haven’t been to SM Megamall for the longest of time. Erm-… say, Dec ‘08. Now, when I set foot on the mall, I said to myself that all I wanna do here is see George again and EAT. Luckily, both goals were met yesterday. Let me share with you the list of (some) scrumptious edibles I consumed in one and a half hour.

1) Niku Soba (Komoro Soba, Php140.00) – appetizing; beef was more fatty than beefy; I’ll give it an 8/10. Thank you George for finishing half of it for me. Ehehhe.

2) Egg Terrific (Japanese Rice Cakes, Php15.00) – ladies and gentlemen, I’ll let you be the judge of this. The stall is located on the first floor, across Le Cour de France.

3) Original soya flavor (Soy(a) Yummy, 12 oz, Php32.00(?)) – I forgot the exact price but DEYM! THIS SOYA IS THE BEST SOYA I’VE TATSED SO FAR!!!

4) Cheese on buttered corn (King Corn, Php 28.00) - ‘nuff said. Yummy, yummy.

For a skinny girl like me, I should have been satisfied with just the Niku soba. But well, when I’m happy (and I like the company), I’ll eat! Haha!

5) Tsokolate Butternut (Happy Haus Donuts, Php10.00) – good food and cheap!

6) Taro Milk Tea (Bubble Tea, Php75.00, medium) – milk and black or green tea; tastes so superb! A must try!

And at around 7:30pm…

7) Royal Milk Tea (Bubble Tea, Php80.00, large) – the very best of its kind!

All throughout the mall date, I wasn’t bored one bit. With Ana, I just feel very comfortable. I can be whatever I wanna be and I don’t get to be scrutinized; her laughter and our fun times makes me feel human. Our good type of weirdness jives together; I guess that’s the important factor. She’s one of my best friends (though I think I never mentioned it to her), which is why I’m happy when she’s happy. She’s true to me as I am true to her. I love that girl! Good, good friends are hard to find. ^_^

Ana, you told me before that I was your “anchor”. I was the one that placed you back to where you truly belong when you just can’t get a hold of yourself anymore. Now George, I have plans of being your anchor forever. Through both smooth and rough times, I’ll be wherever you are to straighten out your swerves…just, feed me about six times a day though.

Definition: Friendship

Fri, 01 May 2009 02:19:32 GMT

It’s funny how nostalgia brings everything at the center for me. With just a simple glimpse of faith, I give in to the temptation of starting another blog. I said to myself once that if I were to share online again, it would all be about my day to day tactics and heartaches, so here I am! Only, I’m reminiscing… and I do want to start everything from here.

All throughout my young, younger and older years, I have had issues with friends and our relationship/s with one another. As a teenager not so long ago, I have always exited through the wrong side of the situation. I never even bothered to understand neither the person involved nor the people affected by our quarrels. Even with my long-standing clique of eight years – I never opted to stay by anyone’s side because I was so being used to walking, breathing, fighting and living alone within school grounds.

I am brutally frank. When it comes to my words, I do not hold them back; this is a trait that any friend has to put up with because no matter how unpleasant I sound from time to time, this is how honest I am. This is why I do not need to back-stab anyone just to continue the scorch of on and off flames. I believe my friends do put up with this trait along with many of my other sides; however, my true friends do not even have to lift a finger in understanding me. Here is where the difference enters.

After graduating from high school, I never thought I would see or hear my “brothers” again. I have made a stupid decision to run away from everything, be as selfish as I could get, and kill the friendship all together. I know that until this very day, all of them hated the fact that I cut ties with them even though I was the one that should have understood too. Reciprocation was not in my word book. At that young age, everything was supposed to be mine. I had no intentions of giving more than what I receive. After everything had been said and done, my bitterness ensued and no glimpse of light shed through me whenever I think of my high school clique…until that good news came.

Well the good news came in the form of Ana. She is, as I still consider now, the closest friends I have ever had within the group. The good news was actually filled with hatred, guilt, anger, disappointment towards me and everything that I did or did not do. Again, selfish as I was, I did not try to re-read that letter she gave me. Months passed, and I just suddenly thought of all of them. I was a freshman in college at that time. With a seemingly more mature heart and mind, I re-read Ana’s letter… my guilt overshadowed me. My pride was not even on a passing score. I started laughing my ass off because everything she said in the letter was TRUE. She considered both my bad and good side. She even gave our friendship another chance, which I only noticed after so-so months (stupid me, never even bothering to read those last few lines left…). I started to reconcile with each person from the group. Now, our status? We’re all friends. We’re all good friends. As for me, I have learned to mellow down. I don’t hate my friends for not being with me 24/7 anymore. I don’t lie to them (unless it’s a grave matter that would affect an on-going problem or life situation they have) because I don’t like my friends to lie to me too. I still pretty much tell them EVERYTHING (good or bad) about me, them or any random life story.

I owe the old yet slightly improved me to Ana, first and foremost, for making me realize that through thick and thin, she’ll accept me. She was the first person to have ever truly seen right through me, and I am very thankful to her for that. Next to Ana would be the attitude that my college friends project. Because of them I have learned (to):

Love my family 200% more than my already 200% love that I shed to them.
Be very, very, very, very, VERY thankful that my parents are my parents, and that I was not made by any other set of man and woman.
The saying, “If they cannot accept you for who you are, they’re not your friend.”
Be non-possessive of them, and freely mingle with all of them without putting one up on a pedestal over the other.
Listen half-heartedly to “You’re special to me” or “I want to make you happy” comments by my male friends and/or suitors. Face it guys, YOU DO NOT MEAN WHAT YOU SAY 100%.
Trust people even if they’re the ones who hurt me. At least, I’ve got my friends to tell me that I was correct or wrong, whatever it was I did.
Concentrate. When I see them focused, it inspires me.

Most of all, because of what I have been observing from the way my friends handle their personal and social life, I have been learning to grow toward maturity even if the people surrounding me is stunting their own personal and social growth.

Personally, I have realized many things about me over the past few years. I love the fact that most of these reflections root from a day spent in the mall haha!

Whooo!!! So much for serious stuff! On with the online blogging.

Hi, my name is Kimi. And this is a start of a new chapter in my life again.

WELCOME!!! ^___^