Food: Fried Chicken at Suka

Sayang walang photo ito. Gamitin na lang ang imagination.

Isang bagong pritong manok, mainit-init pa. Malambot ang laman. Crunchy ang balat. (Wag na natin sabihing medyo mamantika.) Tapos isasawsaw mo sa tinimplang suka ng naglalako.

Yum!

First time kong magsawsaw ng pritong manok sa suka noong isang linggo, pangalawa ngayong gabi. Malay ko bang pwede palang gawing sawsawan ang suka para doon. Ang alam ko lang dati ketchup o kaya toyo at kalamansi. Nung tinanong ako ng nagtitinda kung lalagyan ng suka, natigilan ako tas sabi ko, "Sige." Well, libre naman, o kasama sa binayaran ko. Di ko naman pinagsisihan kasi ang sarap talaga nung manok at nung sawsawan.

Sabi ng officemate ko, pinakurat daw yung sukang iyon. Sabi ni manong kanina, tiniplang suka. O basta, anuman yun, masarap siya. Sinubukan kong gumawa ng sawsawan ko kanina kasi di ako nabigyan ni manong ng sawsawan. Suka at asin lang. Uhm, di kasingsarap ng sawsawan ni manong. ;(

Saan: Naglalako sa may PHILCOA (I know, medyo risk taker ako pagdating sa pagkain. Minsan lang naman....)

Presyo: P10-12 per piece, depende sa laki ng manok (Yung P10, cute. Pero kung gusto mong ulamin, at tipong may papapakin ka pa, dun ka na sa P12. Pero shempre, dalawa bilhin mo. Bitin pag isa lang.)

Movies: The Blind Side

Source: http://www.theblindsidemovie.com


No, this is not a review of the movie. I am not an expert on such stuffs. I know nothing about special effects, about how movies are made. I am one of those who watch movies to relax and to be entertained.

This movie got me thinking. I wanted to be rich and be able to take kids in and help them fulfill their dreams. Yes, I also think my maternal instinct stirred from a deep slumber. I want to raise kids, be called Mom, be their guide, be at their games (whatever these will be) cheering them on.

And when somebody tries to bully them, or criticize them, I think I can say what Sandra Bullock's character said: "Yeah, you! Zip it, or I'll come up there and zip if for ya!" and "Yo, deliverance. You see number 74? Well, that's my son."

Well, let's see what happens. Hope one day when I go back to this post, I have already done something for another kid. Not exactly help him turn into a Michael Oher. But even just to teach a kid believe in himself, to dream, and help him make it come true. If I can do that for more than one kid, I'd be happier.

Just a dream, although who knows, it may come true. :)

Quickly, Bohol: The Flying Lemurs

Last February, my friend and I visited Bohol. The trip was a quick one, about two full days if you take away the trips from and back to Manila. But it was packed but unhurried at the same time. A lot of firsts. It was like finally, you're seeing stuffs you've only seen in books. Like the chocolate hills. Like tarsiers. Like flying lemurs.

One of our stopovers was a place to view the tarsiers. After the photo ops, I looked at the other partitions. I really thought they only had tarsiers, a snake, and a monkey. Until my friend pointed at what looked to me like a blob of fur suspended on a metal rod. One of the guides told us it was a flying lemur, and I thought: "What?! Weh?"

I was scared to touch it for photo ops. I mean, it looked harmless. You just see the arms and the legs grasping the metal, and all fur. You don't see the head. But if I touch it, it might hit me or something. I mean hello, who wants to be bothered, tapped, or touched every so often, when you seem to want to be left alone? And of species that aren't even your kind.

Well, it did not hit my friend when she touched it. I sort of regret not doing the same. Anyways...

Something I didn't expect happened. After a few minutes, or was it just seconds, the lemur stuck out its head, slowly. And a baby lemur's head popped out. Wow! I really didn't know much about lemurs, so I didn't know they had a pocket on their tummies where their babies could stay. Least of all, I never thought I'd ever have the chance to see a baby lemur and its mom live, not in books, not on TV. There was another lemur hanging beside them. I just assumed he's the dad. I dared not do anything but take a video. Daddy lemur might not like it if I try to go near the baby.

Oh well. This is one of the best parts of the trip. Seeing creatures you've never seen before. Not that I want to see more of them that way. I'm pretty sure they'd be happier amidst trees, where they can "fly" from one branch to the next. Maybe next time, I'd rather go where their homes are. Where I have a chance to see them flying rather than just hanging, curled up in a ball of fur. I wonder if my friend would say "Yes" to this. Just a thought, an idea for a next trip. :)