I wanted to check out TIME, a new club on Makati Avenue where Orange, Olive and Government used to be. I might have set my expectations a little too high since the more recent clubs in Metro Manila have been elevating their presentation. I mean, Republiq could be a nice club in the States. In fact, Republiq kinda looks like Jet in Vegas. Other venues like Members Only and Opus look very decent.
TIME was a rather disappointing new club as far as the aesthetics were concerned. The walls were covered in padded black pleather, the cocktail tables were an eyesore and the seats weren’t at all very chic. There was even some orange fabric that was carelessly roped around the railings on the second floor that was set to drape like a cheap buffet table set-up.
Something that I did like about the place was there was a roofdeck where you can smoke. It was nothing special to look at. It had plants in concrete pots, a few tables and seats and a water fixture at the far end. What was great about the roofdeck was that it had it’s own DJ and bar.
There was also something a little off about the bars in TIME. When I tried to order Super Dry at the bar inside, they said that they don’t have stock and that they don’t carry Super Dry. The bar at the roofdeck had no problem filling the same order. I just thought that was a little odd.
Dress code at TIME is a little lax, which is something I like. I just wish I didn’t wear pants to the club because there were guys and gals in shorts. I love shorts. I really do. This country is way too warm to wear pants all the time. I guess that is one advantage of a not so bling’d up looking club. Wearing shorts is not an issue.
Ladies beware! There are ramps before the entrance and also right after entering the club. The ramp outside is laid out bricks and my friends had a difficult time dealing with that in high heels. The steps on the staircases are also pretty steep.
To their defense, they are on a “dry run” and nothing is set in stone. I’d probably give it another go when they’re officially open and fully operational.
DigRadio, The Future of OPM?
Since I don’t really drive to Makati very often, my sister and I ended up spending a whole day in the city. We decided to visit the offices of DigRadio.ph.
I really like the idea of keeping alive the Philippine rock music scene via an internet and multimedia website. I hope that it does catch on because, honestly, I think that rock is the only consistently progressive and creative music genre that Pinoys can offer.
I think the last few pieces of truly original Philippine pop music was released in the 1990s. After the Paalam Na, Habang May Buhay, Laging Naroon Ka time, there hasn’t been anything in the pop genre that has reached audiences of different ages and classses. Artists not being able to reach the larger markets have then become dependent on covers and remakes.
With the loss of NU 107, the Filipinos have also lost the last frontier for OPMs (Original Pilipino Music.) Hopefully, DigRadio can serve as the new venue for OPMs.
I went to Fort Bonifacio this week to talk to a friend of mine about “matters of the heart”. Not my heart, my brother’s. That’s not a story I can post publicly because the meeting itself is a secret.
I don’t normally go out to The Fort because it is far from Quezon City. One thing I do enjoy about making the trek to The Fort, or even Makati, is seeing old friends I’d only run into at these locales.
A lot of QC folk stay in QC because it’s just so relaxed out here. When Trinoma opened, there was no need to go very far for an Ayala mall too. I love the restaurants and small cafes all around the city.
At The Fort, I hung out at Alexandre. It’s a small cafe around 2nd and 31st street, I think. LOL. I walked from Burgos Circle so I’m not exactly sure which corner it was actually on.
Alexandre was quaint and comfortable. The food was pretty good. I had a pizza, some chocolate puff pastry and an iced tea. After my “meeting” I ran into Kat, a friend who handles events for Alexandre. They have theme nights at Alexandre which I think is awesome for someone like me who doesn’t really like the loud music and large crowds. It’s a lot more chill. I would totally go if it were in QC.
My friend, Therese, always has new discoveries. One of the latest discoveries that I’ve enjoyed a little too much over the past week is Boracay Rum.
Boracay Rum comes in two different flavours. I think it’s two flavours. There could be more but I’ve only tried the cappuccino and the coconut. Boracay Rum is made by Tanduay.
Tanduay is actually one of my favourite rums. It is so good. I’m serious. I love Tanduay 5 Years, or what my college friends and I used to call T5. Boracay Rum is a good alternative to Malibu (I love Malibu). It’s a little sweeter than Malibu but for 70 pesos, I’m not complaining.
For me, it’s a lot better than The Bar. I find The Bar way too sweet. If you drink The Bar, try spilling some on a table or place a little between two fingers and check out how sticky it actually is. That stickiness is all sugar.
Try Boracay Rum coconut flavour on the rocks, with pineapple juice to make a piña colada or with dalandan soda, like Therese likes it, for a more Philippine Island feel. The cappuccino tastes like XO Coffee Candy which will probably be good with coffee or chocolate flavoured drinks.
Yesterday was the birthday celebration of Kumitsu Khatul Sababa, my friend’s giant kitty cat. Kumitsu is now 10 years old in human years. I just used an online human to cat years calculator and it said that Kumitsu is now 57 years old in cat years.
Cat years is not like dog years where there’s a specific 1 human year = 7 dog years. Cat years seems a little more complicated.
The party was a blast. I felt like I was in Boracay with all the tanned yoga and pilates instructors that were there in attendance. Kumistsu’s momma, my friend Lesley, is a yoga instructor herself.
The funny thing about parties thrown by yogis is that most of them are cigarette and, possibly, alcohol free. Ganja, however, is pretty free flowing.
I brought my own bottle of Bacardi with me, which I shared with some of the non-yogi guests and I did smoke something other than cigarettes. I hadn’t smoked that kind of herb in over a year. Needless to say, when Grace and I left for the mall I was happily buzzing and watching Limitless was pretty good on a buzz.
A friend of mine told me a story once of how she always wanted a Swatch. Actually, it was part of a series of sadder life stories that I couldn’t forget (There are, of course, happy stories as well). I’m a softie like that.
When Cecile started doing her Swatch promos on Chuvaness.com, I thought of my Momma Di. I BBM’d Cecile and she quickly set aside a Swatch in Momma Di’s favourite colour.
It was a small kindness that made another person very happy. I know this because Momma Di has had three facebook profile photos already highlighting the Swatch.
Last month, Momma Di rounded up some of the teachers from where I used to work to throw me a small birthday gathering. It was really sweet of her.
I love my friends. After all, “friends are the family you choose for yourself.”
My internet service provider is PLDT MyDSL. I haven’t had a decent connection for awhile now. It started even before the Japan earthquakes.
One day, when I really needed to do some internet-ting, I went to borrow my friend’s dongle. Dongle sounds like a bad word. Nevermind. I actually have my own dongles. I have 4 of them. I have a Smart, Globe and 2 Sun Cellular ones. All of them are “on loan” to other people.
So I went to borrow from Kathryn Halili, sister of Katrina Halili (not the one that dances to Careless Whisper with Hayden Kho Jr. as these sisters are actually Halili Cruz) was joining up with her runner friends in UP.
I wasn’t going to bring home the dongle because I only needed about half an hour to get things done. So I decided to just do the work at the steps of the UP Bahay ng Alumni. The runners, being friendly and all, asked if I’d like to join them on a run. I didn’t. I don’t run. I think some people, like myself, are made for short sprints. That and I have a bad knee from years of brutal training.
I have been trying to get some exercise in lately. I have gained a lot of fat recently and have been trying to find ways to drop the weight.
A few friends of mine decided to try doing what we call #ThePact. Pia, Cecile, Jude and I would tweet each other our daily food intake. It worked for awhile but, at a certain age, watching what you eat is not enough. I recently started walking or riding a bicycle along Maginhawa Street. I liked the walking but figured I’d probably kill myself once summer comes along. The bicycle riding is nice too except for cars honking at me to move aside. Seriously annoying. Bicycles are vehicles too.
So, now, my new attempt at exercise is popping in a yoga dvd every other night (sometimes consecutive nights if I’m not completely in pain). I’m hoping this will help.
Enough rambling for tonight.
My mom isn’t the best cook in the world. My siblings and I know this, but we never actually tell her. She does, however bake a mean sansrival and her food for the gods are to die for.
While I was having my lunch, my brother mentioned that he doesn’t want to have dinner at home because mom left some beef on the stove boiling and ended up burning the meat. I went to check the beef and my brother was correct. The beef was like leather and rubbery enough to play a few rounds of hoops with.
I do not like wasting food, so I thought to myself that I’d either need to throw this into a pressure cooker or a crock pot.
I’m not actually very good with pressure cookers. Honestly, I’ve never even used one. I believe that slow cooking is the best way to soften proteins and develop the most flavour.
Of course, I went with the slow cooker and decided to turn the beef and the boiling water into a stew. Here’s what I did:
1. I took the beef out of the pot and transferred the water to the slow cooker. Then I mixed together, using a normal spoon, 4 spoons of all purpose flour, 1/3 spoon of salt and pepper and half a spoon of paprika.
2. Then I took a spoonful of worcestershire sauce and drizzled it all over the beef.
3. After that, I took the beef and rolled it around the flour/salt/pepper/parika mixture.
4. In the pot of water, I threw in 2 white onions loosely chopped, 2 cloves of garlic minced.
5. I also added a spoonful of Korean beef Dashida, which is basically a quick alternative to soup stock. It’s available at any Korean grocery. I don’t like using Knorr or Maggi bouillon cubes because of the msg and oil content.
6. Finally, I threw in the beef along with the rest of the dry mixture and stirred.
7. Dropped 1 bay leaf in and will now cook for a few hours until the beef becomes tender.
8. Later, when the beef is soft enough, I’ll be adding 1 carrot, 2 potatoes and 1 stalk of celery to the soup. These are all choopped, of course.
Hopefully, this turns out well. If it does then I’ll definitely try it again sometime with beef that hasn’t been murdered by my mom. So far, it tastes pretty good.
If anybody wants to try this recipe, I apologise for not having proper measurements. I literally just used an actual spoon. The spoon is also in the photo above as I used it to stir as well.
I bought the ceramic slow cooker from Makro for 1200 pesos. I’ve seen it in the SM Department Store for the same price. Slow cookers are great ’cause you can leave them for hours and do other things like laundry or blogging while your dish cooks.
I woke up this afternoon at 1:30pm, which is the time I usually get out of bed. It was a pretty standard afternoon in my life. I thought I was home alone (still standard) until Dianne, my brother’s girlfriend, came into the house to pee.
Apparently, they were having a garage sale. By this time, I had made 90 pesos from a couple of things of mine that they sold.
I remembered that I had about 4 pairs of jeans that I had set aside under the “maybe” in my room. It was a tough decision whether or not to include them in the sale. They were very expensive (at the time of purchase) and very distinguishable. Finally, I took a deep breath and handed them over to Dianne for her to price them and include them in the sale.
It sometimes hurts to part with old things. I knew that I’d probably never wear them again because I feel that they’re too “young” for me. Well, maybe not too young but they’re not who I am now. My sister pointed out that there were a few pairs of jeans that were already in the pile that she loved on me. I told her that I’m too old to have my butt crack showing.
I thought the garage sale was kind of funny to look at because to the left in the photo is Dondi of the Techy Romantics, a band that was recently nominated in the 2011 MYX Music Awards, and to the right is Dianne Elise, a singer that was nominated for an Awit Award last year. It was a very musical garage sale to say the least.
This photo was taken by Nina Sandejas. It’s the first photo that she’s ever uploaded of me. She’s actually taken several photos on several occasions but they were probably too ugly and she didn’t want to post them.
I think I might have come out really fat in her other photos. Nina would never post a really fat photo of me because I’m bigger than her and I can always just squash her with my huge ass.
Is my ass huge? It can be. I gain weight in that area when I put on pounds. That’s one of the good things about putting on weight. I get an ass.
Again, this is just another test entry to see how the blog is working out. I’m not happy with the way it looks yet, so I think I’ll be posting one or two more entries to see the full picture.