Archive for January, 2007

Adobong dilaw

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

After seeing a feature about adobo on television several days ago, I tried making the Kapampangan adobong dilaw. It turned out surprisingly good. It’s called “dilaw” because it uses atswete seeds instead of soysauce. Marinating the chicken in coconut vinegar with crushed garlic and sliced onions was a good idea, and cooking until the onions […]

Some creative work for the Weekend

Saturday, January 20th, 2007

Here is Edward, Maria with Alwin’s cat (which auntie says looks like a zebra).

Alwin and I made this cat from dental rubber mould (two clay-like parts that you mix and they start to set in about 15 minutes). Then we primed it with white and painted the black stripes (although Alwin says the cat has […]

Godforsaken

Friday, January 19th, 2007

The PNP siege in Iloilo the other day, the Commission on Human Rights said it looked like a godforsaken place. 2007, the country will become a “godforsaken place” again as we are sieged by the brutality of the national elections: police will be on high alert, kidnap for ransom cases will go up (allegedly to […]

Life after death

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

Death is what it truly feels like, this decision to “retire.” Not retirement from teaching (or employment), which I did earlier (2004), a “retirement” which gave me so much freedom and fulfilment, perhaps because the life that came after it was richer. This second phase of retirement is rather “retirement” from the work that I […]

The tradition of submission

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

I have always found it unacceptable the religion and the tradition of wives submitting to their husbands, but now it seems that such is the law of the natural (human) world only made difficult in our modern and un-natural society.
Although I am not a fulltime “career woman”, I think I am beginning to feel more […]

Litany of emptiness

Wednesday, January 10th, 2007

Strange how being with my ex-partner drives me to emotional emptiness. I was happy for a while expressing and sharing my love for him, but an odd stagnation sets in after some time. His language of love is just so utterly lacking in sensuality.
This drives me to depression much faster than before. Now I feel […]

“walang magawa!”

Tuesday, January 9th, 2007

As a kid, I would go around shouting “walang magawa!” throughout the summer, when school is out. Having nothing to do drove me to a tantrum. I would never forget what my father told me, “puros ka ganyan, kapag mag-asawa ka, ang bilis mong magsasawa!”
I wonder if his observation was true. Certainly I bore very […]