oompa loompa

seriously considering changing careers.

lately i've been making truffles left and right, experimenting with various flavors and shapes, and learning the tricks of tempering and dipping and making centers. go figure.

i think i've mentioned it before that cooking is one thing i really enjoy. i guess there's something comforting about knowing exactly what to do, and knowing just what went wrong if things don't turn out as expected. i figured i might as well make money while am at it.

so i made some samples, and let people in the office taste them. lo and behold i had orders long before i even computed the cost of making them.

although i know that at this point it would be foolish for me to do it full time, my thoughts never stray far from making chocolates.

weird, since i'm not all that fond of chocolate. but i like making them, and that's that, i suppose.

on a day like today

browsed through my archives to see what i blogged about on the same date last year and the year before that. fortunately enough there are entries dated january 11, 2004 - sibling rivalry and january 11, 2005 - magnetic poetry.

it's not enough tho, if i plan to review the life i've led for the past 2 years since i started working. so i guess that'll have to wait till the weekend.

in the meantime, i work.

looped

this song sung by stacey kent has been playing over and over on my cd player, (and in my head, might i add).

"You're Looking At Me"

Who had the boys turning hand springs?
Crazy to love her claimed she
Who could so misunderstand things?
You're looking at me

Who was so sure of her conquest?
Sure as a human could be
Who wound up losing the contest?
You're looking at me
You're looking at me

Where is that girl?
Who was certain her charms couldn't fail
Where is that girl?
Believed every word of this ridiculous tale

Who was so childishly flattered?
Thought she'd swept him off his feet
Who woke to find her dreams shattered?
Might I repeat
Might I repeat for you
Needn't strain your eyes
To see what I want you to see
That's right
You're looking at me.

~~~~~~~~

hmmmm.

pwede hong bumati?

my OFW friend and i found ourselves having a couple of beers and talking about his experiences as a worker in kuwait. we inevitably ended up discussing filipinos in general.
imagine this... you see a reporter on tv standing in front of a house that has crumbled to the ground because of an earthquake or other calamity. people are scrambling about in panic, most of them in tears. suddenly you see a head peeking from behind the oblivious reporter, its face sporting a big smile, with a hand (presumably attached to the head's body) waving at the camera.

we filipinos love having our pictures taken. or videos taken of us. during parties, people run to be part of a group of people having their picture taken, even if they're not really part of that group. standing and waving in front of a tv crew becomes imperative, even if there is practically bedlam all around. yes, we can smile in the face of chaos.

i ended up saying that if the world ends, we would be one of the last races to go. we've had our share of calamities, and everytime, we cry our hearts out then pick up whatever is left and move on. when there's a flood, rafts appear from nowhere, charging people to cross the flooded streets and stay dry. during earthquakes, makeshift food stalls spring up around shelters. when pinatubo erupted, people started making items from the ashfall to sell.

even the political situation in the country sparks the filipino's creativity. the hello garci ring tones attest to that.

the point being, we always make the best out of every situation. or at least we try to turn them into opportunities. and then we get on with our lives.

siguro matatawag na oportunista ang pinoy. that's not such a bad thing, now, is it?

and i guess sometimes it's what makes me proud to be pinoy.

la lang. writing out loud.

back to work.

2006

here's to a good year ahead of us all. :)

happy new year to everyone!