Saturday, March 12, 2011

My Little Gastronomic Issue

"My dislike 4 people posting food in FaceBook to show off their culinary affluence is capable of enlarging into a misanthropy toward the whole mankind."


Why? This I ask every time somebody/ friends post food in 


Facebook they either are about to eat or just ate.


 I mean, don't you have that 


little sensitivity bone in your body that tells you that not all 


people can afford the kind of food you've just put on display for 


the whole world to see? Studies have shown that a hunger hormone 


can trigger and influence depression and anxiety. Poor people 


have access to facebook too you know? Some poor homeless guy can 


easily get depressed at the gorgeous sight of this plated steak 


that you so smuggishly  showcased in your wall post.  You people 


even have the audacity to add additional comments like- " Best 


steak I've eaten in years." Or, an equally conceited yet simple 


tag like- "Spiral Restaurant during lunch break." Then you wait for 


other people to comment cause you know that it's a 2000 peso 


plate and somebody has to know that you spending  2000 for lunch 


is like- normal for you.  What? Do you think you're the only 


person who goes out and dines fancy and then takes a well lighted 


photo of their food? Hello? I eat out also! I dine too! I just do 


it less often. Like once a year. But the experience still falls 


within the vicinity of fine dining! Max's Restaurant baby! Eat 


your heart out!


The truth is Im jealous. Jealous of not having a culinary moment 


i can proudly call my own. 


I eat out and its either a crappy resto or your run-of-the-mill 


fast food joint where everything is less than a Sergio Osmena. 


I have food in front of me and Im thinking- "Okay, this food does 


not merit a Kodak moment". Who in their right mind takes a 


picture of their thirty five peso  Jollyjeep lunch food inside a 


plastic ice bag?


Bottomline is, I should spend more for food. 


That is if I had more. 


But I dont. 


Hence,my gastronomic inferiority towards food and the people who 


showcase them. 


This.. is my little gastronomic issue.


And I don't have to hear it from you because I already know!


I'm a sick  and insecure bastard who's been eating too much 


Minute burgers and MiniStop siopaos.


This time I'll let you win. I won't even dispute this. Not until 


next year when it's time for--


Max's Restaurant baby! 


Eat your heart out.

BEST ADVICE SONG EVER

Advice written by: Mary Schmich for the Chicago Tribune 1997

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience... I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth - oh, never mind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or, worry. But know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.  Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind....the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, and forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life... the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40.  Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle - because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York city once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise, politicians will philander, and you too will get old.  And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.   Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair; or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia.  Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

~ Lyrics to the Baz Luhrman song : Everybody's Free to wear Sunscreen released
1999

Helluva Movie Line 1

"Now I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor


betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I 


ripped them off - my so called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shit about him. 


And Sick Boy, well he'd done the same to me, if he'd only thought of it first. And 


Spud, well okay, I felt sorry for Spud - he never hurt anybody. So why did I do it? I 


could offer a million answers - all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, 


that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. 


Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm 


looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the 


fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and 


electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, 


starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk 


food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice 


of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, 


getting by, looking ahead, the day you die. "


- Mark "Rent-boy" Renton TRAINSPOTTING 

Friday, February 4, 2011

TWIT OR TAG?



There was tweet going around a few months ago to the effect of: Facebook makes me hate the people I know, Twitter makes me love people I’ve never met. This is unquestionably part of the reason."      From  Twitter Vs. Facebook by Justin Tadlock


IM NOT TRYING TO BE A TWITTER ADVOCATE HERE BECAUSE I LOVE FACEBOOK AS MUCH AS THE NEXT PERSON. IT'S A GLOBAL PHENOMENON THAT CONTINUES TO ASTONISH THE WORLD WITH IT'S MILLIONS OF FOLLOWERS. BUT TWITTER OFFERS A DIFFERENT KIND OF  CHALLENGE, ONE THAT IS GLOBAL IN NATURE. TO ACTUALLY FIT A COHERENT THOUGHT IN NOT MORE THAN 140 WORDS AND STILL MANAGE TO ATTRACT ATTENTION FROM PEOPLE AROUND THE GLOBE  WHO CAN VIEW YOUR POSTS AND SEE IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING FUNNY OR INFORMATIVE ENOUGH TO SHARE REALLY IS QUITE CHALLENGING AND CAN BE A VERY GOOD MENTAL EXERCISE AS WELL.

I THINK THE REAL VERDICT HERE IS THAT THEYRE BOTH FUN. SERVE TWO MASTERS WHY DONT YOU?  I SEE NOTHING WRONG WITH IT. FOR ME, IF I WANT SOMETHING PERSONAL I TURN TO FACEBOOK BECAUSE I LOVE SEEING HOW MY FRIENDS ARE DOING, BUT IF I WANT TO GO PUBLIC, I TURN TO TWITTER WHERE I COULD SEE EVERYTHING THATS  HAPPENING OUTSIDE THE PHILIPPINES AND HOW DIVERSE CULTURE IS FROM ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

TO TWIT OR TO TAG? TAKE YOUR PICK.





EXCERPTS FROM MY TWITTER ACCOUNT:


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@ICANBEFUNNY
World Peace Advocate/Natural Born Procrastinator and All Around Funny Guy.
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Seen On Top Of My Medical Result: NATURE: APE. B4 i went bananas, a friend told me it stands for Annual Physical Exam. I now hate acronyms.
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Funny how you enter the world a cute little baby and end up looking.... this way!!! <<<<
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In 2011,to make myself more assertive,I'll start calling myself in the 3rd person from now on.Von dela Cruz wil not tolerate any objections.
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As I move forward & embrace technology this new millennium brings..I'm proud to say.. we now have Fried Ice Cream..here in the Philippines.
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To OEP: Thanks for putting me on a Working Vacation from Feb 9-11. I've never agreed to an oxymoron as Clearly Misunderstood as this.
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To :I know it doesn't mean much now after all these years..but I still have the raw F4 miniDV tapes from their 2003 visit.Heee!Sorry.