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How to cook ramen…
I’m taking up crochet lately. Not really because I like it but it’s the best way I can connect to my nanay, to while my time watching over her. I don’t know if my nanay loves crochet but it’s one of the childhood memories I have of her. She made me crocheted tops before if she’s not crocheting some coasters or curtains.
Anyhow, I realized that to make beautiful crochet pieces, it can be either through beautiful stitches / patterns (albeit complicated, most of the time) or through color combinations of yarns. If you don’t have any of these 2, don’t despair because crocheted dishcloths do not need any of these 2 skills.
So in my case, beautiful complicated patterns always lost me so I tried going to color combination. I usually just randomly pick lively colors because they make my unusually quiet days alive. So one day, I feel like getting a color combination for my crochet piece to the tune of:
So I was crocheting away feeling like I’m on a roll in a black-and-yellow sports car, cruising with Whiz Kalifa’s music in my head…
(My Diaryhea Challenge got constipated. Well, at least I’m being consistent of being inconsistent.)
I watched The Martian because of Matt Damon, who’s supposed to be my soulmate but somehow he got stucked in Mars. So instead, God sent me something close to “Matt” — a “Mark.”
I’m just not really into NASA, astronaut kind of nerdy stuff so I don’t know what’s the brilliant theory or idea they’re trying to prove in that movie. Well, I learned that a farmer has a big potential of becoming an astronaut.
On a serious note, I don’t know if USA/NASA saving one person out in Mars is heroic or ridiculous. And somehow it hit me on a personal note. Seeing how the whole USA rally to save that one person left in Mars, while I’m not doing any thing to save my mother.
It made me think that a lot of money to get 1 human at Mars? It can be ridiculous. Well maybe they can put it on saving cancer or sick patients or cancer meds research and save more. But then if cancer will be curable, another kind of level of disease will come up to haunt us.
Putting your colleagues at risk to get you at Mars? I thought Matt was a bit selfish. I want to say that Matt was being gay, but I don’t want to use the word “gay” because I don’t think being “gay” (sexual orientation) is coward. I was thinking Matt Damon should have insist that the script should be him going home on a more practical way. But hey, it’s a movie.
It’s just that I could not see the logic of putting a lot people at risk to save 1 human when the same group of people can also easily sent off people to war, and kill families with a bomb. Hello, America, you’re being hypocrite.
I’m going to sorely miss my nanay.
Among the 3, Mati is the most “sharer,” and still has no concept of “privacy” so i am free to check his notebooks and stuff.
It’s nanay’s 71st birthday. And thanks to all the relatives and friends who came, and also to Father Palang for officiating the mass.
The bad-assest Dinuguan for me is by my aunt. The main reason why I would attend their death anniversary celebrations because it’s one of the few occasions I get to taste it. @.@ But she no longer cooks this, maybe because she’s now leaning to be health buff?
While staring at the dinuguan, eating dinner alone, I became nostalgic. I remember my childhood Sundays at Badian. My nanay would bring tupperware to the Sunday mass, which she would use to contain the dinuguan we’d buy at the “merkado” on the way home.
Witnessing my mother chill for endless hours from her high fevers due to infections for successive days, there’s an app for that. Kidding. But I did download prayer apps, and recite all the prayers listed in there while sitting beside my mother who was stiff from chilling at the hospital last week. I then became prayerful. (I was not schooled in a Catholic school all throughout my life so there’s my defensive mode.)
Anyhow, relatives gave me a lot of prayer booklets and novenas which I go through on a daily basis. Some of the prayers became my favorite. This one, I haven’t really read this to my nanay but it’s a nice motivational read.
Mother Teresa can be the Saint for Entrepreneurs / Creators.
I had a quick chat with a friend about how he handled the re-birth process (a better term for end-of-life, dying, passing or however you call it) of her mother while still being active in his regular activities. Listening to how he handled his job, being the sole-caregiver, financier, family man at the same time, and occasionaly crying at the bathroom to relieve his self from the stress, I realized I’m such a DIVA.
Mark was probably right to say that I’m acting so entitled when I pulled him the I’m-so-damsel-in-distress drama so don’t you dare complain why everything’s a mess, why the kids are all getting sick.
Anyhow, I think I put so much drama on my little world. I need to move my mind out of it from time to time, add a few little activities to my routine — which is mostly either getting worried, depressed which are all not helping.
So viola! My world-changing idea is to post daily here, and it should be from the computer (not from the celphone). Like duh. At least it’s not going to be a video blog. =)
Before this, I don’t know when was the last time I ate at Dessert Factory. Somehow, along the way, i was just no longer a big fan of sweets. That statement is probably a lie. But i guess with the many pastry shops popping up in Cebu, Dessert Factory went off my radar.
Sorry for my not-so-good review. I should have just not post this but I need to keep up with my being foodie blogger. 🙂
