***You Should Learn French***
C’est super! You appreciate the finer things in life… wine, art, cheese, love affairs.
You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up…
What Language Should You Learn?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/
The one with the first attempt in making TAHO
July 7, 2006
It has been ages ago since I have had taho as part of my morning routine so I made one myself with the help of the Oriental Store owner at Old Buffaloe ( si tito, di namin alam name nya but he’s a Chinoy).
When we went to shop for Sinigang ingredients at the Oriental Store, we saw tita (Filipina who runs the store) eating taho…so we asked where did she get/buy it. She teased me that the magtataho just passed by… haha… and I said "ay sayang"… but no, it was only made by tito (store owner) and it’s not for sale…the ingredients are for sale though. So at $2.44 + 7% tax, and cooking instructions and tips from tito, I made my first taho.
Ingredients: Tofu mix (Soy Bean Curd Mix)
Sago (Tapioca Pearl)
Arnibal (loosely caramelized brown sugar)
Procedure:
1. Cook the Tofu Mix according to package instructions, just add 1 more cup of water.
2. Boil the sago until only small white specs in the middle remains. When cooked, put on a drainer and splash with cold water.
3. Make arnibal, then put the sago into the saucepan with arnibal, let boil for 4-5 minutes.
There you go… how about a taho party?!!!
The one with the published enty
July 2, 2006
It was quite a dream come true for the writer in me. I have been scribbling poems in my notebook since I was in elementary, been a part of a school newspaper since first year high school… I could say that I was a journalist. I started off being a news staff, where everybody else starts to be. I like it when I see my reports being published on first page. But then I became a features/literary staff, which I can say I liked the most. Most of my pieces were printed inside by this time, but let’s just say I enjoyed it when people talks about my short stories or my poems. Then I became an editor, I couldn’t say I liked it because of the pressure… but nevertheless, I couldn’t have wanted more.
Then came college, I never dreamt to become a staff of the Kule (Manila Collegian), the UPM’s campus paper. Maybe it was really something I enjoyed that while in Kule I have been the Layout Editor of my course’s newspaper (which I already forgot the name, it has been 7 years anyway), and a Features Editor of Ang Tagamasid, the CAS newspaper.
But after college, I went back to just scribbling poems on my Corona for meetings, we all know how boring meetings could be that I just let my imagination soar (whenever I’m not the one presiding the meeting). My pen is indeed mightier than sword, or than my mouth for that matter. Let’s just say, I lost the feeling of happiness over seeing my poems published. I was invited to write in the company’s paper, but I was too busy with a lot of things in the Wireless Center that all I can do is submit photographs, well did I mention that I was also a photojourn?
Now that I am married, a have more time doing nothing, and I thought of submitting one of my works to the International Library of Poetry. Lucky enough, one of my poems way back in 1999 was published in a coffeetable book called Twilight Musings, first page.
I got the book last June 27, a day before we moved to CaryTowne Park, and I w as so happy seeing my original work in a book. It was my long time dream of h aving one my stories published as a pocket book, just like those of Stephen King, or maybe more like Danielle Steel since most of my works are of love stories. Now that I have one of my poems (actually two, the first was during college but I didn’t have the money to buy the book back then, now I can’t find it anymore, sigh) printed on a book right at my hands, I can only say my thanks. This is a start off… I am still hoping that I could get my stories published, hopefully during my lifetime.
I have posted this poem here in my blog last year before I submitted it to International Library of Poetry.