Sixteen

They say your life doesn't really start until you turn sixteen. WRONG ANSWER YOU LITTLE FRICKS, my life started when I came out of my mom. So if you're saying that the last fifteen years of my life isn't really a "life", then your opinion is wrong. I can definitely say that I lived every minute of those fifteen years, including the times when I used to hate myself for not doing these stupid yet glorious things. I turned sixteen last Monday, June 10th, and I guess it was grand??? Well not "grand" grand, but it was grand, like Augustus Waters grand. Except for the part where we wasted our time in PNB to pay for my UPCAT and the part where we have to walk 45689638465834 miles to eat lunch. We weren't able to eat lunch because Vikings is a big bastard. Joke. But we ate dinner so yes. 

Buffet in Vikings HEHEHEHE. 

I think I died a little inside. 

My sixteenth birthday wasn't that special but I was... happy. Because I was with my dad. 

Bucky Sunday

My dad and I finally fulfilled our dreams of being the next Jamie Oliver and Nigella Lawson last Sunday! I don't know what came up in my dad's mind but he suddenly told me to cook up something fancy and "indulge ourselves". It's been a while since we whipped up something like this and it felt great to just be productive in the kitchen and be all Nigella-ish the whole time. Despite the summer heat scorching through our house's windows, I managed to season the chicken with all those fancy and herby things without whining and complaining about the temperature. The Philippines is a tropical country and I know I have to deal with it or else the chicken will be ruined. 

 I named this chicken Bucky because the name fits him/her perfectly. Also because of the unsure identity of the gender. Bucky looks cute. 

 I then  boiled the potatoes so I could ~whip up~ something later and also because my dad told me to use it as a stuffing for the chicken. 

Not all potatoes made it inside, though. Sad.

Bucky looking good exposing the rear.  

 And so the potato legacy began. Haha. I cooked (or "sauteed", in Nigella's world) the potatoes and made up my own recipe. Butter, garlic powder and thyme. Ain't I the greatest? Joke. Anyhoo, it was a success. It tasted so good, I made a second batch hehe. 

 The sad part of this day was when I forgot to take a picture of Bucky when he (I finally decided that Bucky was a "he") was finished. He was cooked perfectly and he looked very good and tasty. Bucky tasted good, he must be very thankful in chicken heaven. 

I don't know why am I talking about this but I hope you had a lovely Sunday. 

Thank Nigella and Jamie

Today was great because I got to express myself freely. Kidding. Well, we did our Chemistry PT (is it a PT?)! Our groups were assigned to cook something for the judges. I don't know the relevance between the subject and all the cooking but I had tons of fun chopping the garlic and stirring the creamy sauce. Also, it was my first time to cry while chopping the onion. It's true. It is not a myth. Onions DO make you cry. 

Anyway, my group thought of having sansrival for dessert and carbonara for the main course. I was the one who thought of making carbonara because 1) it's my favorite and; 2) all of the above. I was going crazy the whole day because of excitement and anxiety. Excitement because I LOVE COOKING. Anxiety because... What if the carbonara turned out to be bland and soggy and plain and tasteless and just plain bland, right? Fortunately, the odds were in our favor. The sauce I made was very creamy and tasty! My classmates loved it huhu God bless everything. 

Aaron being himself.

The said ~creamy~ sauce. My group mates loved it. Actually my classmates loved it. Another unexpected reaction.

The finished product looks very messy but trust me, it's very good. (Okay I know you don't trust me because on the looks of it, it doesn't look appetizing AT ALL). 

After the very eventful cooking event, the day turned out to be dull but very productive. We had our practice for the English PT and voila, I took some photos because the view looked very, very nice with the sun glinting against the leaves and the buildings. I absolutely loved it. 

 Aaron and KC pretending to be busy hahaha. 

Then we headed over to the tennis court to see how Vianca was doing hehehe.

 I hope you had a great Tuesday, too! 

Merry (a bit too late) Christmas!

My dad and I spent our Christmas with my aunt in Pasig along with their friends. Christmas for me was kind of boring, I don't know why. Last year's Christmas was kind of fun but this year's was...okay. I think New Year will be fun since the whole family's gonna be here for the reunion! Anyway here are some of the things we did on Christmas day:

Christmas dinner harhar

After dinner, I stayed inside the room and talked to my friends, wishing them a Merry Christmas. I really didn't have anything left to do so I spent the night reading. The visitors left so I decided to play 2k12 with Kuya JC instead mehehe. Of course he won but it was a fluke win. JOKE HAHAHA. It was actually my first time to play the game since whenever I have the time to play, it's either they're using the PS3, or they're busy (meaning, they can't let me borrow), or Kuya JC is playing with his friends or his friends are using the PS3. You can never win. So I end up just sitting there in a corner and watch them play silently. No, I am not bitter.

~*~*~Instagram skillzzzz~*~*~

The next morning, we headed out to Rockwell to have lunch and watch a movie. We were basically torn between 34768932 restaurants because we can't choose. We then opted to have lunch at Sumosam. I am now in love with their food. Everything was good and tasty huhu. It was very delicious I almost cried joke.

 Assorted sushi hohoho

Osuyaki rolls~~~ This is my favorite of all I wanna marry it

After an eventful lunch, we decided to buy tickets for Sisterakas but the tickets were all sold out aww. I went to Fully Booked, anyways weeeee. I saw a lot of books from my "to-read" list and God, was I disappointed. I wanted to buy those books but I don't have enough money so I stared at them for a long time and told myself to get a grip. I hate talking about the lack of money. I really hate it.

So by afternoon, my dad and I watched this mini concert. The choir was really good, it  gave me goosebumps. Really. They serenaded the crowd with a lovely Christmas ensemble  and I  missed being a part of a church choir. Right after the mini concert, my dad and I  heard mass at the chapel in fourth floor. There were a lot of people in the entrance so we decided to just stand outside. We weren't able to finish the mass because my dad was dead tired so we decided to sit down in Cibo. 

 My dad ordered this VERY strong espresso. I gave it a try and EW. It was so bitter and it was so strong I almost puked huhu. 

And then my dad got me this. ALLELUIA. After 2743298473 years of begging him to buy me a copy. He said he doesn't like the book because it had "no substance and story". But he bought it anyway, as a gift. Yay for me, then. 

~The~ Candy

If someone gave you a Made In Candy brand of candy, appreciate it. Because I just found out that the designs between the candies are made manually. Yes, they do this magic using their hands. They roll the big chunk of candy and they pull it to make it thinner. And when they cut it into small bite pieces, you can see the design in the middle! It looks so cool and fascinating at the same time because it's hand-made. Cool beans.

Rockwell never looked so pretty.  This may not be the best Christmas for me but I had fun with my dad. Can't wait for new year, though!

Happy Holidays!