binagoongang hotdogs

i love it when i go home late and look forward to a home-cooked dinner 'coz i get to reheat all the food, choose how much to eat, eat by myself on the dining table, think, and wash the dishes after. makes me feel like i'm living all by myself, which is what i long to be. my goal is to be doing so before college ends. right now i stick with these late-dinner-all-alone nights after a fun busy day at school or playshop or some place else.

not that i don't enjoy eating with other people, my family, or my uncle's family who i live with right now [and i love living with, too]. it is fun eating meals with them, talking about anything while eating, passing on the food to each other, sharing thoughts on whatever. it is fun- people. it is, but like the very reason i opted to study away from cebu- i wanna be all by myself at times. like watching a movie alone or reading the newspaper alone or checking out a new restaurant alone or buying stuff alone or riding jeepneys alone or getting held up alone or blogging alone...

or eating late night dinner alone. and tonight it was binagoongang pork. it's a lot like adobo only that there is bagoong on it. the maid is really good at cookin it and my tita, who is thai, loves it too. apparently, they also have bagoong in thailand. anyhoo, i also saw the hotdogs in the fridge, cooked for this morning's breakfast that i failed to eat coz i woke up at around 12 and ended up eating koko krunch instead [now my fave quick brunch of a meal]. so i reheated the hotdogs, the binagoongang pork and the rice and ate. then it got all mixed up and tasted like binagoongang hotdogs [and thus, the title. which has no point but...]

and if i go really creepy and "deep"-y and mushy about binagoongang hotdogs [which i am about to so beware], i will realize that my past days were like binagoongang hotdogs- tender juicy, a bit sour and salty but also real sweet.

i got myself more deeply introduced to gawad kalinga recently and decided to join its writers' pool. and judging from the gibberish you read here, it may not seem like a good idea for them to accept me. but they accept anyone. so i was there sitting in a room of 20 or so people that includes the mayor of what once was camp abu bakr of the m.i.l.f. or the abu sayyaf or some terrorist, some ateneans, this half-italian guy from uk who is spending his gap year with gk, pat evangelista of u.p, another u.p debater, ateneo alumni, and people who love to write as in love love to write [which does not really include me].

there you realize that the philippines isn't just all bad news. if only i could memorize many of the lines that went out from those who spoke, you get really inspired and stuff and write to inspire and just inspire people places things. inspire. inspire. i am all excited about my assignment already.
i like it when tito alex [?] talked about apathy and the youth. he said something like:

it is not true that young people do not care, if they care about where to gimik on a friday night then they do care. young people just need more options on what to care about.

makes me wonder and ponder. thanks ate khei and tita ana for the introduction.

[lisnin to il divo, my tita's all crazy about this tenor-ish quartet. their regresa a mi, or unbreak my heart is good.]

not that my heart needs unbreaking. i think it needs breaking, i wanna be heartbroken.
was hanging out with fellow playshoppers earlier, the reason why dinner was late and why i incurred a third cut in itm11. two of them were heartbroken, and we were all talkin about it to "ease the pain", "look brighter into the future", "love life still" and stuff. fun.

gotta sleep. two of my friends are waking up single tomorrow, don't worry gretch, ash you both don't deserve crap anyway.