Three names you go by:
1. Phillip
2. PJ
3. Peej
Three screen names you have had:
1. pj_jackass
2. peejayjackass
3. phillip_james_manalo (my new other Y!M ID... add me)
Three physical things you like about yourself:
1. My Eyes
2. My Hands
3. wala na kong maisip eh...my bird? ->haha tama, mart! tama!
Three physical things you don't like about yourself:
1. Height
2. Skin
3. uhm... yun lang. Maybe... Nails?
Three parts of your heritage:
1. A pinch of German
2. A pound of Spanish
3. The rest is that good 'ol recipe that is Filipino
Three things that scare you:
1. Being wrong about life
2. Disapointing people
3. Cockroaches
Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Phone
2. Wallet (sans or avec moolah)
3. Underwear
Three of your favorite musical artists:
1. Incubus
2. Wolfgang
3. Green Day
Three of your favorite songs:
1. "Redefine", Incubus
2. "Darkness Fell", Wolfgang
3. "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)", Green Day
Three things you want in a relationship:
1. Similarities
2. Differences
3. Communication
Three lies and truths in no particular order:
LIES:
1. I'm evil.
2. I'm rich. -> hindi talaga kami anak-mayaman ni martin
3. I'm gay. -> haha pareho talaga tayo, mart.
TRUTH:
1. I'm a geek at heart.
2. My wardrobe isn't as extensive as I'd like it to be
3. I'm hard on the outside, but soft (in a non-gay way) in the inside
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. A little quirk/flaaw/imperfection that ties together the whole perfect package that is woman
2. Those little fangs that accentuate a nice smile
3. Lips
Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Drawing
2. Reading
3. Cooking
Three things you want to do really badly now:
1. Get a job
2. Have some ice cream
3. Go to the gym
Three careers you're considering/you've considered:
1. When I was a kid... Astronaut
2. A college history teacher
3. Radiojock
Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. The Bahamas
2. The Mediterranean
3. All the Philippines pretty beaches
Three kid's names you like:
1. Javier
2. Neela (c/o Salman Rushdie's book, "Fury")
3. Boy names that can also be girl names... Joe, Alex, etc.
Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Have a one-man art show
2. Put up a restaurant
3. Go on sabbatical in a buddhist monastery in the Himalayas
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. I love toys... when i was a kid it was lego. now it's electronics and software. when i grow up hope i have money enough for houses.
2. I try (the key word being try) to do things for myself and not ask for help
3. In the words of Brad Pitt, "I like girls"
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. I love shopping. I also like going with girls when they shop. Girls have nicer stuff.
2. I'm very (in the words of Anj, Anya, and Barbie) domesticated. I love to cook and entertain in my house.
3. I do think guys are usually the ones who mess up. (Trust me guys, even if we are right... we should just give it up. We can't win)
Three celeb crushes:
1. Catherine Zeta Jones
2. Alicia Keys
3. Recently... that VJ Iya on Myx
THREE people that I would like to see take this quiz:
1. Barbie C. (one of few jobless bloggers)
2. Barbs L. (just so she has something to do on top of everything else she's doing)
3. Pau (coz i still haven't seen your blog)
Straight from the (Jack)Ass' mouth
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
my comment on that stupid tape... my two cents worth...
i left this as a comment on monjoe's new political commentary blog. check it at http://pp-e.blogspot.com/.
anyway... here goes. and do correct me if i'm wrong...
anyway re. this overhyped tape. give me a break, Messrs. Clean. i mean come on. who really didnt cheat in the last election? i mean really?
if anything she should be penalized for talking about cheating on the phone and getting caught ergo being stupid enough to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
aside from that... she really shouldnt talk about it. i pity the people clamoring for her to talk and those politicians "entreating" her to break her silence but who are, in reality, only trying to ensnare her.
why? first, she'll be violating her own right which safeguards against self-incrimination should she talk. should she say no and be later proven to be lying then that's something against her. if she says the voice is hers then she condemns herself from the get-go.
second, the tape itself was acquired ilegally and itself be inadmissable. i'm no lawyer but i took a bit of political science and even i know that evidence obtained ilegally should be thrown out. so to all those still asking her to talk, give it up. she shouldn't according to law. if the laws are so easily disregarded because of pressure from the few (yes, majority of the Philippines don't care about this ish and places like Ilocos and Mindanao threaten to sesceed should she get the boot) then what use is having a law to follow? it may be a technicality but it is there because the law is there. she maybe hiding behind it but the law is there to protect her.
want her to talk? then change the law.
patience... patience...
i am one of those who subscribe to the old adage: Good things take time. like a fine wine or excellent cheese most things greatly benefit from just a little bit of patience.
i'd like to concentrate this time-enduring philosophy into the microcosm that is my kitchen.
yesterday i was home as always, and as always i was thinking of stuff to do. while i should've been looking for a job i was just to frazzled and distressed by the lack of any interesting prospects to do so. i ended up cooking.
admittedly i'm also guilty of having taken a bit of that instant gratification fastfood mentality into cooking; using canned, instant foodstuff to expedite my recipes. but yesterday a certain creative force took over and, coupled with the abundance of time, i was off to do something time-consuming.
i was gonna make pasta with tomato sauce.
big whoop, right? the lowest item on the menu? not the way i made it. nothing instant here. no sauces from a can. no spaghetti from the pack. i made everything from scratch.
i chopped up a couple of tomatoes and along with some onions and some stock simmered it for about 3 hours.
next up was the pasta. this was the very first time i tried making fresh pasta. getting the ingredients together was no problem; just some eggs, flour, salt and olive oil. no problem. but then i had to knead it into a dough... by hand. you know the saying, "can't take the heat? then get out of the kitchen."? i was there sweating away, wrestling with a ball of dough till it was just about right. then i had to wait for an hour to let it rest.
an hour later i was rolling away at the dough to make it into sheets. this was harder than i thought. mind you this part is usually done with a pasta machine. then, having rolled it out, i proceeded to cut it by hand into fettucini noodles.
i boiled the pasta up. drained it. put the tomato sauce (which by then has reduced to about a third) into the pasta. sprinkled with parmesan (EU peeps: the canister however did not say that the cheese was from Parma... tsk tsk) and i was done.
a simple dish that was about 4 hours in the making. how did it taste? to die for! everything was just right and was rendered more delicious by the painstaking process and patience that were incorporated into it's making.
if you got this far, you too, my friend, are quite patient in your own right. you deserve some of my all homemade fettucini with tomato sauce. contact me to claim your prize. ;-p
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
the weekend that was...
last weekend was interesting enough to be written about.
friday. my mom spotted me 1k for grocery shopping for a dinner i was gonna be throwing the following day. so i skipped on over to the LRT station and got off at gateway to do my grocery shopping in rustan's. i was so proud of myself. devise recipes on the fly, buy whatever it is that they had there, and still come up 100 bucks below.
saturday. spend the whole morning and afternoon as chef/cleaner. i was dicing, boiling, sauteeing away. when i was letting the food cool and the soup boil i was cleaning my room. C-L-E-A-N-I-N-G! quasi-cleaning actually since i just stuffed the mess out of sight... but i still looked clean. and that's what mattered.
by 6pm this was what i had to show for the day:
a.) a clean room.
b.) a spicy tomato and cheese soup with carrots, potatoes, and chorizo de bilbao
c.) spaghetti in red wine, shallot, and butter sauce with hungarian sausage
d.) a cold spiral-pasta salad with kani strips, cucumber, carrot and a japanese mayonnaise, cottage cheese and wasabi dressing
dinner was for some EU2004 friends. Arlo, Barbs, Pau, Jen, Ana, and Mike were the only ones who were able to go. but some is better than none in this case. dinner went well. people were catching up. there were lots of leftovers tho... i counted on 12. oops. funny though. i didnt see any of the leftovers the following day.
after dinner we took a small trip to my room then went to SBC for some coffee but adjourned after a while. me and barbs - ever not wanting to go home - went to pau's. that was fun too. of course pau took it upon herself to feed me. cookies. chips. not as much as i used to gorge myself on at pau's but that's coz we already had dinner. we were just talking and at about 2am decided to watch a dvd of Jan Dara. woah humping every few minutes. but it was a beautiful movie. i highly recommend! i even felt like doing a literary thematic analysis on it... haha nerdo.
we ended up sleeping over since the movie finished at around 430-ish. the girls of course got the room. i got the couch. didnt mind though since i was able to catch a little bit of anger management on hbo before going to sleep.
sunday. we had breakfast with pau's parents at about 9am. both marvelled at how much weight i had lost. then we were going on and on about work. barbs' job. pau's new job. my lack of one. breakfast stretched on to about lunch which was when we finally took our leave.
i slept the rest of the afternoon. happy to find that everyone - the parents, my brother and his wife, and the kids - were away. i went to mass alone and was happy for the peace. i got home and at about 7 my parents and i went to play badminton in valle verde with some titas and titos.
i so totally sucked that night. i resigned the cause of this trmendous suckage to lack of sleep. anyway, we finished at 9 and we had dinner at a korean resto along ortigas. food was SPICY! damn... it was an ordeal (the spiciness and not the overall taste) to get through but hey i'm a bit of a masochist so i loved it.
well... that's it i guess. so what's up with me now? reading Fury, by Salman Rushdie (i recommend)... cheering for the pistons... playing around with my graphic tablet... addicted to pau's chocolate truffles which i have recently discovered - to my horror - that they can only be purchased in HK... my tita, tito, and cousin just arrived from the states... thinking of things i'll get when i finally have a paycheck...
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