kare-kare + custard cake + watermelon slices don’t go together

i had a painful saturday night. no we didn’t lash at each other. i had a stomachache. the worst. it was so painful that i can’t lie down straight. or get up. or take in anything for that matter. except a couple of hyperacidity pills. ugh.

saturday has been named offical pigfest day for me and geebee a couple of months ago. that’s when we got lucky and had our day offs at the same day. so we’d go out and eat. and eat. and eat. and eat some more. remember the 18-inch pizza binge that had me woozy for 2 days? you get the picture.

so last saturday was no different from the other saturdays that we had. we had a moment of argument because i wanted to have my haircut at SM David’s and he’s insisting that since we’re at Session Road already why don’t i have it at the David’s shop located at Session. no. he insisted. no. he tried cajoling me into it. i told him to leave me alone. he blurted out something. i haven’t had sleep since 10 pm the previous night and im not in the mood for any lashing of words. so i walked away from him as if i don’t know him. i climbed towards SM not caring whether he’s following me or not. by the time i was finished having my bag checked, he came up to me with a very serious face. i continue to ignore him. i went straight to David’s. he still followed me like a stray dog. he sat on the receprion area while i speak with my hairstylist. it took an hour to cut off my hair and blow dry it. i was soooo tempted to have it shortened just to piss him off more but i had second thoughts. after the haircut, i swept past him, breezed outside and started thinking where to go next when geebee draped a shoulder around me. okay. im hungry. maybe we could have a conversion over lunch. so lunch we went.

2 cups of rice each, a steaming and creamy pot of beef kare-kare, a helping of chicken kebab and ice cream for dessert.

we always make peace over good food. so while scoffing our faces with the yummy, yummy goodies, we made peace with each other. that’s what food always does to us. isn’t that amazing?

and after approximately 1 hour, i felt a queasy feeling on my stomach. not the i-need-to-go-to-the-CR-hand-me-diatabs kind of feeling. its hyperacidity. too much food. i haven’t had anything for breakfast. i was extremely hungry before i had that heavy HEAVY lunch. so in short, nabigla ang tyan ko so because of that nagrebelde sya.

nagrerebeldeng tyan.

duh.

but the show must go on. we were at SM anyway so why not finish whatever business we have planned earlier to do there?

i was in pain while looking for the perfect audio converter. i was in pain while choosing a dvd. i was in pain while we go through the grocery zigzagging among the aisles careful not to bump anyone. i was in pain while waiting in line to have our stuff bagged. i was in pain inside the taxi on the way home.

geebee whipped pork sigsig, 500 grams of pure sisig, and i was in pain just looking at it being cooked to perfectness.

i had 2 spoonfulls and gave up.

i was in pain.

i wanted to gobble up half the pan. its sisig, who wouldn’t?

pain.

by sunday i was a little bit relieved so i went easy on anything greasy. but by nighttime, over a dvdv marathon (Balto I, II and III) we scoffed down an oval shaped, leche flan look-alike custard cake. one whole custard cake. ack. and after movie #2, i grabbed a plateful of ice-cold watermelon slices. gawd. no wonder ive been having indigestion issues. im such a pig. i can’t help it. who doesn’t love to eat?

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so its confirmed. on or before March. he verified himself while we were lunching at Gerry’s Grill while sitting on SM’s veranda overlooking baguio’s piney trees while im freezing from the cold gust of wind that continue envelope us. it wasn’t romantic or anything. just enlightening. its finally confirmed. on or before March. good grief.

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ive just suddenly realized how personal my blog has become. day-to-day activities. adventures and misadventures. laughter and tears. rants and raves. you count it. i dunno why. maybe because i found a refuge. sure, i keep a journal but i rarely write on it now. its because of the work. i spent almost all of my waking hours infront of a PC with the glories of internet surfing to accompany me. so no woder i can’t help but blog. its a new culture. and im part of it.