Thursday, April 17, 2014

Happy Birthday, Patty!

What I Would Tell Patty

You get wiser every year. At least that’s what I like to think; it keeps getting older meaningful rather than complaining becoming weak and well, old. My youth is starting to wear off (or I’m probably being paranoid), and if I could, I’d want myself today to visit my young self 5, 10, 20 years ago to tell me what life will be like when I reach 26, and how I got through every damn thing that got in my way. I think I’ve learned a lot along the way. Of course, I’m kind of bummed that my 20s is far from Monica Geller’s or Rachel Green’s or even as fun and spontaneous as Phoebe Buffay’s but hey, I think I can now relate to what I grew up watching. So if I could smack my young self’s head, here’s what I would tell me.

To the five year old Patty, life is full of surprises and you being naturally inquisitive and curious may or may not get you in trouble. Never forget why making bubbles was magical or how a vacuum machines sucks dust, and everything that gets in its way. Don’t you ever stop learning about things and life.

To the nine year old Patty, challenges will always be there in life. They do not define who you are, but how you deal with them is what matters. You’ll get over them anyway, even if not in the best way each time.

To the eleven year old Patty, when you do something, it is because you love to do it. You’re going to start writing your thoughts when you don’t know what to say. Keep writing, your voice needs to be heard, even on paper.

To the thirteen year old Patty, high school is but only a phase. It’s one of the most fun years of your life. Explore, try, make mistakes – but not all at once. You can make more later in life. Just enjoy what life has to offer as you leave childhood behind and start growing up.

To the fifteen year old Patty, your story is unique but there’s always someone out there who will understand what’s going on. Don’t be afraid to share. And listen.

To the seventeen year old Patty, be brave and resilient. Going out of your comfort zone is scary but it will help you grow. Never forget who you love and keep doing things you’d invest for your future self.

To the eighteen year old Patty, throw in some finesse. You can be brave, strong and independent even if you show your feminism.

To the twenty year old Patty, lack of sleep results in poor judgment. Don’t make it a habit. Even if you’re rushing for a deadline or something important comes up, make sure you set time for sleep. Your body’s gonna thank you a lot later. It’s also okay to spend time with people you don’t know. Get to know them, you’ll learn about yourself too.

To the twenty one year old Patty, your twenties are when you learn your mistakes. Make new ones everyday. You need to learn a lot to be ready for your thirties.

To the twenty two year old Patty, you can search the world for the right career path that suits you. Never forget what you love to do to keep you grounded.

To the twenty three year old Patty, falling in love is harder in your twenties. Choose what makes you happy and don’t grieve too much when things fall apart.

To the twenty four year old Patty, it is okay if the timeline you set when you were five isn’t happening today. Things change, you change. But you still want it to happen anyway. Always remember what you want in life to keep you going.

To the twenty five year old Patty, life brings a lot of surprises, before you know it, a tiny person is taking over your life or a grown man is asking you to give up a lot for him. Either way, you should know your worth as a woman, as a mother, as a person. What others expect from you will not define you but let your desires and dreams and how you make them happen tell the world who you are. Don’t let your fear take over.

To the twenty six year old Patty, life is not a one size fits all. You have to enjoy the ride. Being a control freak gets you nowhere.


And to whatever-years-old Patty, never forget to go out and celebrate, no matter how old you are. Here’s to surviving the last year. And here’s to facing another one.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Hurray for the Holi-date.

According to Wikipedia, 9April is the day when Filipino and American soldiers surrendered to the Japanese army during World War II, also known as The Fall of Bataan. Fortunately for the modern Pinay (working mothers specifically), we get this extra day out of office to tend to our family.

I don't have to report to work on holidays but today was a must due to backlogs and a few extra projects I want to get done. Getting paid 100% more seems like a good idea too. Since I am working from home, I made a decision to take Javier out as soon as I log off. Throw in the fact that I saw a couple of colleagues posting their holidays woth their family on Facebook makes me want to rush through the day.

The original plan was to buy Krispy Kreme donuts. Then I remembered Javier needs new slippers. So the list of stuff we need gets longer and I just couldn't wait to get out. Javier is now two and can definitely express excitement towards going to the mall, and of course shopping.

Looking for shoes and slippers for Javier is a huge challenge given that he has big feet. I have to stick to a budget because I know he gets big really fast and I just can't understand why the smallest things in the world cost more than what an average adult would need. But I am thrilled how Javier has the patience to shop for him and myself, even at the grocery, with no bribery at all. And in the 2 hours we're in the mall, he didn't ask me to carry him around that much. :)

When I felt hungry, that's when I realized he might be hungry too. We headed to Wendy's and got him Fish and Chips. He loves French fries so much and eating at a place that serves it makes dining out easy. The only problem I had was he didn't want to eat it with his bare hands and he asked for a fork. (Should I be thrilled how OC he is with his hands?)





After eating and buying shoes for myself, we finally bought Krispy Kreme donuts. Javier is just charming at the store and he wouldn't let me carry the donuts and insisted he does. (I think it's a sign I'm raising a gentleman!)




Doing the groceries with Javier was easy. No picking up unnecessary stuff, no embarrassing tantrums I've seen with other mothers, no overspending. Yahoo! I just felt bad that out of the 400 shops in Festival Mall, not one has a pair of slippers that fit my son. And I don't give up just like that. Before leaving, we dropped by the Banana Peel store.

Finally! My "Cinderella" found a pair that fits him well. Cost me Php390 but after trying on a dozen pairs, I'd gladly take this right away.




Javier was obviously tired and hungry when we got home. Two donuts and a bottle of milk later, he's knocked out on my bed. I have to be honest I got tired too. But spending the afternoon with my little prince? I'd do it again for tomorrow I have to spend some time with my laptop and work again. After all, it will just be Javier and me at the end of the day.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Quick Fix Foodie: Dynamite

Me, hungry. Me, impatient. What to do?

Bought siling pansigang, ground pork and lumpia wrapper.

Sauteed the pork, cut the chili in half, put in pork and some cheese slices, wrapped it in lumpia wrapper and fry.




Me hungry, you try, everybody happy.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Rrr-Ramen Nagi Experience.

Waking up at 4 in the morning, travelling to Cavite before sunrise and racing to get to the office before 8am surely worked up an appetite.

Eunice, my co-worker, and I were talking of ramen while in transit, wondering when Ramen Nagi would finally open their branch in SM Mall of Asia. I've been anticipating it since I saw it began construction even before the week Maring hit the Philippines. Eunice on the other hand has been waiting for it after (I think) reading and hearing reviews of its SM Aura branch.

Come dinner time, another co-worker, Jason, announced that Ramen Nagi just opened their doors at SM MOA at 4:30pm. The news was enough to make me and Eunice pack up and call it a day at work.

Upon getting there, a number of servers greeted us (quite loudly, I must add) and led us to a table. Our server was Maynard and he was patient enough to walk us through the whole menu. He handed out pieces of paper to us where one would encircle their choices for their ramen. You have the freedom to customize your ramen to your liking or be safe and pick the Chef's Recommendation. A bowl will set you back about Php400, more if you have extra toppings.

Jason and Eunice shared a bowl of the classic Butao. Manuel is not a ramen person (or so he claims) so I have a huge bowl of Black King on my own. When I say huge, you can actually fit your face in the bowl. We asked if we could have leftovers wrapped to go but Maynard pointed out this little disclaimer on the menu that they do not wrap leftovers but he did say that each serving can be shared, ergo Eunice and Jason splitting the Butao.

While waiting, I find the open kitchen entertaining albeit all these Japanese greetings thqqey kept on shouting. It won't bother you muh, I guess but the cramped up space did annoy me a bit.





When our orders came, it was still boiling hot. My bowl of Black King was so aromatic, I dove in right away and slurped the broth - no condiments, no mixing, eating it the way it was served. The broth was thick enough and I knew then I will not regret having a huge bowl to myself. The squid ink touch was a good thing too.




I read on the menu (or the order slip) that first-timers are recommended to try the "1Spicy" option. It is my first time and I trust them with that suggestion. When I tasted the broth, it was spicy enough. Eunice was putting some of the condinents, spicy bean sprouts actually, on her bowl and urged me to put some. I did and it added a little more kick to my Black King.

The noodles were the right consistency for me. Again, you can have this cooked the way you want from soft to hard. The pork shoulders were soft too. It reminded me of Yabu's pork.

I had a taste of the Butao. Personally, it was too egg-y for my taste. The guys compared it to balut. Maybe that's why it didn't have an appeal to me.

Overall, Ramen Nagi was worth the wait after all these months. The serving is just right for the price, and if I were not snacking too much in the office before dinner, I would have finished a whole bowl by myself. Seeing Jason and Eunice's bowl clean, the Butao really is good. There are three more ramen bases in the menu I have yet to try. Next time I'll keep in mind to come in on an empty tummy or ask someone to share it with me.






Ramen Nagi is located at G/F South Park SM Mall of Asia.