Archive | January, 2010

Four meats pink pasta

Posted on 22 January 2010 by Gim

As I said, I love pizza and I love pasta. I just made pizza from stale bread yesterday (it’s not that stale, don’t worry, no need for life insurance).

Today, for lunch, I decided to make four meats pink pasta. It’s basically an oil based pasta with a hint of tomato sauce with no less than four different kinds of sausages- frankfurters, smoked ham sausages, Chinese sausages, and salty chorizo. It’s served with lotsa olive oil and generous helpings of cheddar and my fave Italian seasoning.

Unfortch, I don’t have any pics as I was soo hungry that I forgot to take pics! It was delish, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I would if she were here. Bet she would have loved it!

My CDP (that's short for Constant Dining Partner)


Scrap Pizza, anyone?

Posted on 22 January 2010 by Gim

I love pizza and I love pasta.

They’re two of my most fave foods (aside from lechon, of course, which I have long since elevated to the level of deity in my personal pantheon of fave foods). If I could (read: zero-calorie pizza), I’d be having pizza and pasta everyday (dunno how true but they say that pizza could treat acne). As it is, they’re both currently classified under bumming around food. That’s food for, you know, bumming around.

I felt like doing just that yesterday after work. However, being cash strapped and not wanting to spend a lot on food only I could enjoy, I decided to save up and make my very own pizza using left-over bread, sausages, ham, and cheese.

Yummy pizza made from leftover bread

For those interested, here’s the recipe:


1.) left-over bread

2.) tomato sauce

3.) hungarian sausage or frankfurters

4.) a slice of ham

5.) bell peppers

6.) cheddar cheese

7.) olive oil

8.) Italian seasoning

Procedure: Smear tomato sauce on one side of the leftover bread. Top with sliced hungarian sausage or frankfurters, diced up ham and minced bellpeppers. Lay a slice of cheese on each bread. Drizzle two spoonfulls of olive oil and sprinkle with Italian seasoning. Bake in oven for approximately 10minutes or until cheese melts.




Inside Randomdetox

Posted on 22 January 2010 by Gim

See that green and orange Random Detoxification banner above?

That was taken approximately 6 years ago during one of our regular forays in the east coast (I miss those joyrides. It was one of those best weight loss supplements). It’s a picture of a valley surrounded by emerald hills made of neat green grass and which opens out into the azure sea beyond. The sea itself is dotted with eleven tiny islands of white sand beaches and shrubbery.

The valley of Buenavista

That valley is located in a barangay with one of the most beautiful sights in Zamboanga City. In fact, the barangay’s name is an aliteration to the view that greets its residents and visitors- Buenavista (which literally means ‘good view’ or ‘perfect view’).

Earth, sea, and sky

We’ve been to passed by Buenavista countless times. However we only get to catch a glimpse (or in the aforementioned banner’s case, an occasional photo) of that beautiful vista as tales of rebels, kidnappers and brigands abound. Case in point:

Roughly 7 years ago, when me and my partner were working with caves, we heard reports of underwater coral caves in the eleven islands (which are part of Buenavista). Being speleologists, we wanted to explore the caves there. But locals warned us that if we go, we might as well bring vinegar with us. Why? Simply because the pirates will eat us alive the moment we set foot on one of those islands. The vinegar was for their sawsawan or dipping. Of course, we didn’t go. Who in his right mind would?

Eaten alive by pirates and buried alone on an uninhabited isle? No, thank you.

As the years went by, and news of the occasional gunfight and rebel threats filtered out onto the news, we could only look in longing at the glimpses of rolling valleys, green hills, sparkling sea, and blue sky as we drove by on the bus to Dipolog and again as we went back home to Zamboanga. Never did I think that I would have the priveledge of actually setting foot on that valley. But I did. Yesterday. And the views just floored me. They were awesome. Nay, they were spectacular.

Still pretty but still wishing I had a better camera

It literally took my breath away. I even climbed to the very top of the hill in the very center of the valley floor. All around me was grass gently waving in the noon breeze and nothing but blue sky overhead and a white sand beach not that was not too far away.

In the middle of the valley

The owner of the land built his house on top of the hill. It was not a grandiose house. It was small, made of nipa, and shabby even. It did not have furnishings, or any appliances, save for a dilapidated TV. But talking to him, and imagining how he gets to wake up to the sun slowly rising over the horizon, its warm, golden light washing away the tendrils of fog that accumulates in the night (yes, he says that the valley floor fogs up at night), and sleeping with the clearest view of the moon and stars at night, I think that he is one of the luckiest men on earth. I say this out loud and in response he just looks at me, smiles and says that he cannot ask for more.

Ride it forever. :)

PS in case you were wondering, there is no road leading down this valley. Only a trail littered with granite rocks. I went down this valley and up that hill on my trusty Bastian. It took a lot of manuevering and almost slipping to get up there.



Posted on 14 January 2010 by Gim

I was having a conversation with her sister the other day and we got to talking about pets. She was talking about the rabbits they had when they were kids. I told her that I didn’t really have that good a history with pets. I went through a monkey, 3 dogs, 2 cats, 4 fishes, 2 birds and all of them died. And NO, I didn’t kill them. The dogs got parvo, one of the cats got run over (I should’ve placed blinds on their cages), while the other was found dead one morning. The fishes were a gift from a friend. They were janitor fishes which I assumed leeched off of dirt and algae from the fish tank’s walls. I didn’t feed them so they starved to death. The birds? The aforementioned cats ate them. And the monkey? I was around 4 when I “accidentally” fed it clay back when clay was still toxic. And yeah, it developed diarrhea and died.

Yeah I fed it clay. But it wasn't my fault it was greedy!

I was starting to feel bad about all those failures when I suddenly remembered that I successfully raised one pet!

Her name was Bianca and she was the whitest, fluffiest, cutest white mouse I ever saw. As with most of my pets, a friend gave her to me. She was tiny at first, not bigger than the palm of my hand. I remember I used to take her out of her cage and let her run across my hands and shoulders. I even brought her to school at times- tucked safely in the breast pocket of my school uniform. Her favorite perch was on top of my head. She loved tugging at my hair while I studied.

I kept her in my room and fed her cheese and meat I surreptiously spirited away from the family ref. What I ate, Bianca ate too. She even developed a taste for chocolates! As expected, all that food made her big. But she wasn’t enormous yet. Just chubby. Then I started feeding her multivitamin tablets. And boy, did she grow! She suddenly grew twice her size! She was now the biggest white mouse I ever saw!

Not Bianca, just a random white mouse

One day, she became agitated. She starting gnawing on the floorboards of her cage and turned this way and that. That night, I went to her cage to play with her and was astonished at what I sa.! Six baby mice lay wriggling around her! Six! I didn’t own another mouse. Bianca was all alone. And I was old enough to be dubious about immaculate conceptions. I knew were babies came from! They didn’t just sprout out of thin air! It was then that I noticed that three of the babies were gray, one was gray and white, while two were all white. So what happened? You probably already guessed it- a common house rat got her pregnant.

But since they were Bianca’s offspring, I still fed them and took care of them until those pesky cats decided to snack on them while we were all out of the house one afternoon. And Bianca? She survived the cat attack and lived to a ripe old age. She never got pregnant again.



Thankful for My Best Friend

Posted on 08 January 2010 by Gim

I’ve been getting depressed lately.

I don’t know why.

I’m alright one moment and suddenly, wham! There goes the blues.

I guess I just feel…trapped.

It’s as if gravity is pulling me down and keeping me in the one place in the world that I want to break free of. I don’t want to stay here anymore. god knows I’ve been wanting to go someplace new for so long now- get a tv stand, join the workforce, settle into something different, travel the world with her. Oh, the things I want to do! I wana spread my wings and fly.

I was blog hopping the other day and I stumbled upon a post our friend Dee made. She was recalling the events of the past decade and what she has accomplished so far. I was reading the post when it hit me. In the past 10 years (10!) since graduating from high school, I haven’t done anything but study. Study to finish college, study to become a doctor, study again for my master’s degree…it’s been a whole decade spent on books, books, and more books. For what? For the future. It’s always the same reason, to build a better future.

But would it be worth it? This future that I am investing so much sweat, emotions, and tears in? Would it be really worth it? I guess only time will tell. For now I am just so thankful I have someone to talk to during times like this.

She never lets me down.

And she always knows how to cheer me up.

Thanks for being there- oweis.

I love you.



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