I was just wondering, like if I’d have my own way or the stars align and I would be working on my Plan C. Then, I would be busy finding a name.

What would be nice?

If it’s a place for Italian food and there are confections and beverage and a bit of alcohol? and sin? lol.

- Fat Duck, Trattoria, Dolci, Bon!, Foliage and the likes are so… How do you say it? Un-original? (obviously)

Anyway, I already have one…

ORGY.

eh?

I’d like to patent it already (snickers).

Lest you point out that it’s bastos or anything (not that I am not partially guilty in this regard), it tells you about excessive indulgence. Go and review your Greek. ^^

And so it’s just… perfect, I think.

I am so pleased:

Sounds so primal in the context of appetite.

Which, in my opinion, the way eating as an experience should be…

Carnal…

Wahaha.

These days, I am into these stuffs:

plotting ways to seduce A and M and A
looking forward the end of my training
pillaging cities
meeting American Gods

Sleep mode in Powerbooks Live.
Winterboarding my ITouch.
Losing things…

Lost in Adam’s Mad World, Miley’s (yuck) The Climb and Jason’s beautiful Mess
Binging on Haagen Daz Macadamia nut Ice cream,  Big Chill Avocado and Whey, stale Nescafe coffee, Tubig sa Kitchen alternately…
Kissing as always.
Finding my longings.
Desperate for inspiration.
Finding audacity.

Among other things.

I have to traverse perhaps a kilometers or so from the MRT station to get to Greenbelt, where I do my training. The malls – offering the shortest route – are closed during this time  that is why this dude needs to navigate his way through the outskirts of SM and Glorietta buildings for about 15 – 20 minutes depending on my enthusiasm, lateness and the human traffic.  You may be sure this is the same length I am walking going home because I get off work at 9:30 – malls closed as well. Initially, I abhored this feat, for understandable reasons.  But now I kinda liked these long walks. I got to see Makati in the evening, which is more agreeable and pretty.  For instance, I found that the Link – the edifice beside Shangri-la looks so blue and cool especially when seen from Greenbelt – framed by the palm fronds…

Then, I discovered that I could actually read while walking. Then appear smart and attractive at the same time. ^^. A nice lady actually inquired if it is indeed Gaiman I was reading. I said yes. And she said how delightful and surprising. Boys these days don’t read, yes? (As if attractive people do not read books bwahaha) Jokes. And, boys, eh?

Anyway, I am actually blogging because my training – which I owe to Chef Mia (Hi, chef!) entirely – is nearing its end. Because of this activity I have some slight shift in perspective. I’d probably talk about it later.

Meanwhile…

I am a bit sleepy and I still have about 50 minute of my break time to kill.

I was thinking…

Just when everybody’s enjoying the September drizzle, I am in the middle of summer still. T.T

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I have always wanted a small house. Just imagine when there’s the storm: In a small shelter, you feel the storm outside and then you feel protected. In a huge home, the storm would pass unnoticed, including the comforting experience that you feel amidst the anger of the winds.

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Among others and people that reminds me of the rain.

Meanwhile…

I have a suspicion that someone here is gay and actually likes me. T.T

Then…

I am hoping that that the Settle’s Best coffee am binging on is strong enough to last me this evening. I am supposed to work on something during my break, and here I am blogging. wtf.

I am changing my old WP theme. It took me a bit of time to decide because Ocadia is no longer available in the WP server so in case I’d want it back, I couldn’t nymore. I’d like to be constant and loyal to people, to things, to memories. But I think there will be some changes happening… so my blog is kinda feeling it as well. So. Sigh.

Anyway, why so gray?

…

There’s this upcoming book that explains why people daw are SINGLE – more assertive, more confident, more entitled, and more miserable than ever before (evil laugh). The reason? >>> it points to the “narcissistic epidemic” raging across the modern world. Wow.

Indeed?

These days I’ve been hearing alot about, “hey, you were a writer,” (usually in the past tense, like I could just stop being one and not write for the rest of my life ^^) “why the shift and suddenly you want to be a cook?” It’s hard to explain that I could actually do both and excel. Bwahaha. Yabang no? But seriously, I believe in it. I would not, for the life of me, do something or ingratiate myself in a circumstance wherein I would fare poorly. I am very calculating to a fault. So I wanna be a cook or a chef because I am passionate about it. I have heard about this dude called Anthony Bourdain. He was both an author and a chef. I haven’t read his pieces, but then again, he was able to do it, and maybe I can and die trying. ^^

Anyway,  writing and the culinary arts are not entirely divergent fields. They’re both creative. One art feeds the mind and one feeds the senses. Also, I like to please, and so I get a kick out of the idea that I satisfy people with my food. The dynamics of dining as an experience is very fascinating for me and I love to eat so why can’t I be here?

Dude, you’re too old.

Eh, is 23 old? Bwahaha

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I got myself a Globe Duo sim, and I was amazed. I have a landline number and a mobile number in one. In its landline persona, it could call unmetered and receive calls from landline phones. Duo to Duo calls are unlimited as well. It’s prepaid so it’s a bit flexible, although flexible would mean a consistent shelling of a hundred and twenty five bucks every other five days. I am yet to find the quirks and problems. Meantime, yeah, I am uber pleased with the service. ^^

Last time I was home, I was driving my car around buying some supplies and meeting friends for a day. It was pretty cool: from my hometown to Legazpi, there’s a very long stretch of scenic route and I’ve driven early and there was the haze of the morning dew and all, certain to be back in time when the sun is gonna set. At these times, the sun keeps everything warm and glow, including my heart. ^^.

I was actually thinking about poetic thoughts (e.g. mooning over how the volcano with shrouded in mist and marveling about the greens of the rice fields that span the sides of at least a league of a straight highway) I figured I was so fortunate to have been driving in such a fine day.

Way deep in the city, with the gathering traffic, I was in high spirits when I caught something red flashing in the dashboard. The car was overheating and I was traversing a busy street beside a shopping mall! I am not yet very confident with my driving skills and so you would understand how I was sweating profusely and growing nervous by the minute. Then the fucking car stopped dead before I was able to pull over. Horns started blaring and I was, like, thinking “Shit, what am I gonna do?” It was not unlike a gathering storm, lol.  Lucky for me, two trike drivers were kind enough to lend me a hand.

Sabi nung isa: “Ok, sige i-kadyot mo pare.” Labo naman, mukhang bastos yun a.

Sabi ko: Eh, di ko lam yun… Kaw na lang kaya?

He was talking about pala yung pag start ng oto habang tinutulak sya. Hehe.

I did not go near my car for about two to three days after the incident. Pathetic, eh? Bwahaha.