Fiction: Break-Even

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The theme for this week’s The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge is The Sound of Silence.  I am a person who is not afraid to say what I feel, especially in cases wherein it is important to say something.  The last thing you need in this life is regret.

For this post I want to challenge myself by focusing on the idea of leaving something unsaid and the regret that comes with it (something that I haven’t felt in a while).

Break-Even

Isn’t it sad how much effort you put into forgetting someone? You go to different places, you meet up with friends, you do everything and anything possible just to be ok. You drown yourself in work, watch tons of dvds, play with whatever console you have, just to remove that person in your head. But at the end of the day, it’s still her.

It’s been three months since she left for France. She’s my best friend… and then some… but like what she would always tells me “you’re more than a best friend to me.”… she was more than a best friend to me… I understood why she had to leave, it’s for her dreams and her family. What I did not understand was the way she left me. It was days before she left. I really blame the tequila, but more than the tequila I blame the kiss… because of that, all the emotions that I have been trying to bury resurfaced.

I loved her. I love her. She loved me, but not as much. She wanted an open relationship, I wanted exclusivity. I did not choose her, I chose someone else, who eventually made me regret. It was a mistake of epic proportions. I wish I held on and gave it time. I wish I gave her a reason to stay. I should have said those three words…

Now, I feel stupid for feeling these things. I mean there’s no sense. She won’t come back. She won’t come back in a long time. Time will soon erase what we had. Time is a difficult enemy to have. It’s hard when you want to fight for it and hope, but there is nothing you can do but let go. All I’m left with are unnecessary emotions and the good memories tattooed in my head (and in my heart).

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TBC: Cheesy Chicken Wrap

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/Baon/
Filipino noun
1. Provisions
2. Packed lunch or snack
This is an easy and quick Tex-Mex inspired recipe, for people on the go and who has limited time to prepare their own food.
Ingredients:
Meat
1/2 kg boneless and skinless Chicken breast (cut into strips)
Canola oil
Marinade
1 pack McCormick BBQ marinade
Wrap
Medium size Wheat Tortilla
Low fat/Non fat Cheese
Romaine Lettuce (cut into bite size pieces)
Tomato (cut into chunks)
Directions:
  1. Marinade the chicken for at least an hour.
  2. Preheat grill pan, add oil, then cook the chicken until it turns white and grill marks are visible.
  3. Place the tortilla on a plate and add the pieces of lettuce and tomato.
  4. Add grilled chicken on the tortilla, then add cheese.
  5. Wrap and Roll! You may toast in the oven until tortilla browns and cheese melts.
  6. Serve with a side of Tostitos and Salsa.
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Fiction: My Serendipitous Valentine

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For this week’s The Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge, we are to write about Valentine’s Day. Personally, I believe the holiday/event is just for commercialism’s sake and I strongly believe that love can be celebrated any given day. Nevertheless, I opened myself up to the challenge and I wanted to challenge my creativity and writing skills.

I am a How-I-Met-Your-Mother (HIMYM) fan. The story revolves around the adventures and misadventures of Ted in finding his eventual wife. It tackles the ups and downs of romantic relationships and everything in between, which, almost everyone can relate to.

I decided to make a story that is HIMYM-inspired and Valentine’s-themed.

The Girl with the White Hat on

This is the story of how we met.

It happened on this day ten years ago (If I remember correctly, it was around 2:00am). I was in our favorite hang-out place with two good friends dancing my heart out (and clearly tipsy). It was a dance borne out of frustration, frustrations I had with dating and not finding the one.

Note: Yes, I am that type of guy, who believes in the one, fairytales, happily ever afters. A classic hopeless romantic who invests emotions, who later on finds out that he invested in watered stocks.

I was having a good time but my frustration-hands-in-the-air-dance was interrupted. I saw a friend, well an ex-friend, who I am not in good terms with. I literally panicked and asked my friend to hide me, he in turn told me he saw a former classmate. So in an attempt to conceal my presence, I went with my friend to say hi to this former classmate, Patrice.

Note: Before we went in the bar I told my friends I don’t want to meet anyone as I was supposed to take a break from the dating scene. Once again destiny would play another joke on me. The only difference is, this time it’s a good one.

As I danced with Patrice, I found out that she graduated from a prestigious state university, she works as an events coordinator, she did OT that Friday night and other information you can find in a CV (HR initial interview?..haha). In an attempt to ease my discomfort with seeing her dance with a hat on (it was getting quite hot and humid), I told her “Remove your hat.” It took a while before she removed it and once she did I was stunned. When she got tired from dancing, I saw it as an opportunity to further conceal my presence from the aforementioned friend. So I asked Patrice if she’d like to step out for a while and we did (it was around 4:00am).

Outside we got to know each other better. We talked about our families, educational background, past relationships, I even sang to her (Mr. Brightside and Use Somebody.. I think she somehow got impressed). We talked for two whole hours.

Instant chemistry.

Who would have thought that a means of hiding can turn into something meaningful, an unexpected meeting can turn into romance, that God would answer my prayers with a girl wearing a white hat dancing in a bar (who turned out to be sweet, kind-hearted and cute in many ways).

I will always find joy in reminiscing how we met, for it was…

Destiny. Serendipity. Tadhana.

TBC: Crispydobo

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Adobo is the unofficial national dish of the Philippines.  The process is simple:
  1. Marinade the meat in vinegar, soy sauce, garlic and onion.
  2. Saute the meat in oil until browned.
  3. Simmer the meat in the marinade until tender.  Add pepper corn and dried laurel leaves a few minutes before turning off the heat.
Due to its simplicity, it has been subjected to “experimentation” and variations.  Some add potatoes, some add pineapple chunks, some add sugar, some add honey, some use salt instead of soy sauce, some add oyster sauce, etc.  It is not impossible that every household in the Philippines has their own version of the beloved dish.
This is my attempt to put my own spin to it, a drop of creativity to the vast sea of variety.
Ingredients:
Meat
1/2 kg Pork (Menudo cut)
Canola oil for deep frying
Marinade
2 tsp garlic powder
2 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp iodized salt
Sauce
1/8 cup apple cider vinegar
1/4 cup soy sauce
1 tbsp stevia powder
1 tbsp corn starch
1 medium size onion (diced)
Directions:
  1. Marinade pork with garlic powder, salt and pepper for at least an hour.
  2. Heat oil then deep fry pork until crispy.  Meanwhile, in a bowl, mix the rest of the ingredients for the sauce, set aside.
  3. Once done frying, place pork over a paper towel to remove excess oil.  Saute onions until it caramelizes. Pour the sauce in the pan until it thickens.
  4. Toss in the fried pork. Coat the meat well and allow the sauce to slightly thicken some more.
  5. Serve! Perfect with steaming rice and a side of sliced tomatoes and salted egg.
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The Poet in Me Died: A Repost

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This is in relation to the Daily Post Weekly Challenge: 1,000 Words.  Out of the four photos taken, the one below appealed to me the most.  Entitled “Contemplation”, it evoked a memory of my past – my first heartbreak and the birth of a poem based on this experience.

The Poet in Me Died
by Carl Galang

Words don’t make sense anymore,
The waves depart farther from the shore.
Emotions that were once all mine,
Decided to bury itself in time.

Promises now become lies,
Forever becomes a vague picture.
Tears start flowing from my eyes,
The truth now becomes torture.

Words now cease to rhyme,
Songs start to lose its meaning.
The light you once found in me refuses to shine,
I am now void of all feelings.

The heart now numbs and becomes sober,
Denying that thoughts of you still linger.
The questions still remain unanswered,
Nothings real until you realize it’s all over.

I crash and burn
Tired to hope and yearn
The heart and mind collide
The poet in me died.

The Baon Chronicles: A Prologue

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I started working in Bonifacio Global City (Taguig City, Metro Manila Philippines) in July 2011.  The area offers a lot of great restaurants with varying cuisines, that will leave your taste buds satiated, but if done daily, will leave your wallets empty.  There are fast food chains nearby, but will definitely give you an express ride to Obesity City (or ObeCity *ba dum tss*).  There is a cafeteria at the ground floor of my workplace but there had been cases wherein freshness was compromised, so, .  Finding a budget-friendly, home cooked and healthy meal can be quite difficult. 

The only logical solution that I came up with was to start preparing my own meals. So I bought a three-piece cookware set, composed of a saute pan, sauce pan and rondeau/brasier. I was happy because I bought the pans at a discounted price. 🙂

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Then, I searched for recipes on the internet. I started with easy Filipino dishes such as adobo and bistek tagalog (derived from beef steak) and gradually tried intermediate ones.  Once I mastered a recipe I go master another.  I tried cooking with beef, chicken, pork, fish, pasta, vegetables, root crops, etc.  I opened myself to other cuisines such as Chinese, Indian, Spanish and Thai.  It has been a continuous learning experience ever since and I yearn to learn more (baking maybe?)

Cooking made me happy and gave me a sense of fulfillment.  I gained a new hobby/skill and at the same time an outlet for creativity.  

…And this my friends is the story of how I became an unschooled chef.

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Stop. Look. Appreciate.

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We first met sometime during my senior year in high school. She was new. Most of my classmates had a difficult time understanding her, but somehow she made sense to me. She stirred something in me, she got me excited, she made my blood rush all over my body. I knew then that she was meant for me and was worth pursuing, so I did, for four more years.

It was not a smooth ride as I thought/imagined. There were bumps on the road and difficulties. There were times she drove me crazy, she frustrated me to the point of quitting. Strangely, that made me want her more. She officially became a part of my life the day I graduated college, that’s when I knew we will spend the rest of our lives with each other.

As romantic as all these may sound, this is not a love story, because…

She = Accounting/Bachelor’s Degree in Accountancy

My course and my profession (of almost 6 years) is physically and mentally demanding.  It takes most of my time, it’s deadline-driven and sometimes it’s a face-the-computer-for-8-hours-straight scenario.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and what I do – it pays the bills and gives me financial flexibility.  However, it’s not romantic, it’s not visual, it’s too formal, it’s too white-black-gray-blue and lacks red-yellow-orange-green. I wanted white balance.

A catalyst presented itself in the form of a facebook contest by Sony wherein you could win a Xperia Z1. All you had to do was to share a picture taken by various photographers using the smartphone on your timeline and answer a few questions. One of the questions was:

“What kind of pictures would you take?”

…and I answered:

“I want to take pictures of sceneries that move me. Also, what I consider important like my family and my friends”

To cut the long story short, I did not win, but the experience was enough to make me buy a Xperia Z1 (this post is no means a promotion/advertisement :D) and take on a new hobby. I allotted time to take a break from the fast-paced world that I am in and capture art/beauty/moments. I gained a new perspective, that…

“Art and beauty exist almost everywhere”

Here are some photos I took (edited using VSCO Camera App)

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