tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66751106375039002422012-02-02T20:23:11.053ZMy Pinoy Kitchen/PhotographiesPeko-pekohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596232726679550130noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675110637503900242.post-71715889226066587272009-05-27T14:01:00.005+01:002009-05-27T14:09:05.686+01:002009-05-27T14:09:05.686+01:00

I normally enjoy watching movies and television. Life stories, gossips of my favorite stars included. But honestly I am so fed up seeing only the same story the past few weeks; the Katrina Halili-Hayden Kho starrer "sex video". Well the two had sex, I believed consentually because they were dating when this so called video tape happened. And so what? I know it is disgusting to discover your

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Adobo is my favorite Filipino dish. And I don't think I'm alone. I believe this is the most popular of all the pinoy dishes. Imagine you just need garlic, vinegar and soy sauce to make this wonderful dish. Meat, chicken, fish or even vegetables will blend well with this cooking style. Well today I just feel like surfing on the net for the best adobo recipes. i'll post about it when I see

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My friend phoned me the other day, she told me she needed to take the day off for she has the LBM syndrome. Well I thought at the beginning she was talking about something else well apparently she had two job interviews that day. It is true that its been seven years that she's been working on this company. She was a hardworking and loyal employee but despite that in the span of seven years she

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Happy, Close-up, Colgate or Sodium Chloride...well whatever it is the SMILE is there!!

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This past weeks I have tons of work. Time is passing by so swiftly that when I look at my watch its already twelve noon and time to eat. I normally eat the rest of the dinner but my appetite has increased tremendously this past few days. I guess it's stress. Anyhow food always excite me. The fact that I did not prepare anything for today I'm wondering what can I eat and where. And when I am

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Let's all sing together..... Spiderman, Spiderman,Does whatever a spider can.Spins a web, any size,Catches thieves just like flies.Look out! Here comes the Spiderman. Is he strong? Listen bud—He's got radioactive blood.Can he swing from a thread?Take a look overhead.Hey there! There goes the Spiderman. In the chill of the night,At the scene of the crime,Like a

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Everytime I go back from work, I go straight to the kitchen and open our fridge. This is my usual routine at around seven in evening. I would check what menu I could prepare for our dinner. When it is the start of the month, I could make lots of fabulous dishes but as day advance my meager resources are pushing me to use my imagination.Having a fridge with lots of fresh things inside I guess

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Yesterday afternoon"LIFE is a mosaic of pleasure and pain - grief is an interval between two moments of joy. Peace is the interlude between two wars. You have no rose without a thorn; the diligent picker will avoid the pricks and gather the flower. There is no bee without the sting; cleverness consists in gathering the honey nevertheless.” Sri Sathya Sai Baba

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I don't know. It's one thing so hard for me to handle. One baggage I cannot stand to carry is handling one's frustration.Everytime I think of all the frustrations that I have, little and big things I wasn't able to do. Or failures that I had in the past. I can't help but feel self pity. When moments like this happen. I stay long on my shower and let my tears flow as the water flow. I'm not

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Blue Thursday. Is it the weather? Or my moods?Definitely not. Today we are celebrating the 55th Wedding Anniversary of my in laws. A lasting love that gave them 8 beautiful children, 15 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren. The couple love so much travelling and the sea. So what better way to celebrate their anniversary in this oceanic blue theme dinner. We feasted on lots of grilled fish

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Familiarity breeds contempt. I have always believed in this.I got a phone call from my sister yesterday complaining about her neighbors. Apparently they have a neighbor that's passing their time in her house whenever she is not around. The neighbors were apparently friends of their nanny. Since it's kinda hard to find a good nanny they are trying to be pleasant with her. The neighbors started

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My husband was thinking of going back into the workforce. Of course I have always been there to back him up, but if ever this will push through we will definitely be needing a good nanny.Nanny no matter how sexy or pretty she can be is not really a criteria for us. What we only need is someone we could trust our beautiful children. Someone who is strong and intelligent enough to make decisions

Peko-pekohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03596232726679550130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675110637503900242.post-2211761322476969782008-05-12T07:30:00.002+01:002008-05-12T07:35:45.287+01:002008-05-12T07:35:45.287+01:00

As I am typing this post, I don't know how on earth I will go back home. I was just advised that there will be a transportation strike, "again". I understand perfectly the need for jeepney drivers to express their discontentment about this rising price of oil barrels but what about us, commuters? We do have right to express to our feelings and opinions over this matter. Sometimes it makes you

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I have been seeing a lot of PayPerPost members blog advertising blogging around the blogosphere world. And to be honest about it, I had this growing curiosity on the question Do they really earn from blogging? How on earth would somebody pay someone for blogging on topics this someone loves? Shall I try it or not?I started indexing the PPP site on my favourites blog advertising a few months

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I hate a heated argument with my husband today.After breakfast, as normal routine we talk on how we would spend our upcoming vacation. And it always end up we like opposite things. I want beach and sand while he wants mountain and calmness. Then he asked me what will he do with the bangus fish we are planning to eat for dinner. I wanted it fried while he wanted it in sinigang. Small issues

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Let's stop pretending. It is indeed possible to hate people we love right?My bestfriend and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Despite that I am older by three or more years we still grew up very close to each other. We have lots of funny and unforgettable moments together. She's been there on all the ups and downs of my life. She played her part of being a shoulder to cry on or somebody to

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When I opened my yahoo account yesterday, I was devastated seeing the news on the side bar. The truth about all this, the reason I rarely open news or watch television is to spare me from all this bad news going on around the world. I know that not by avoiding them bad things don't happen anymore. But yesterday I could n't helped but saddened by the news of a strong cyclone killing about ten

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Would you cast your vote for a woman President or a colored one?It would probably the bogging question every spectator of the American political arena that is set to be on fire this coming election. It could be interesting to imagine how American decisions in the international scene would change having considered this one tiny detail, who could be the next American President?I am never or rarely

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Taking breakfast is essential. In fact it is the most important meal of the day because it breaks the fast that we did, meaning not having to eat for a long time.At home, we see to it, that we take our breakfast seriously. Fried rice, fried egg or scrambled, fried fish or fried meat. The smell in our kitchen every morning definitely attracts all the bypassers as our fried rice is definitely

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Spending summer in Philippines without Halo-Halo is not summer.I remember when I was a kid I grew up in a place where almost all our neighbors were selling halo-halo come summer. And everytime I do errand and receive money for doing so I immediately compensate myself by buying a Halo-halo. The more there is milk and sweet stuffs inside the better. It was small taste of heaven for a little girl

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Ok, I am neither Kapuso nor Kapamilya. But when I heard recently that one of my favorite Pinoy comics super-hero will be on our boob tube I cannot help but only feel excitement.I would admit that I grew up in the era were reading comics was our favorite past time. I still remember those days where we used to rent comics for twenty five or fifty centavos. Wakasan, Happy comics are some of my

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For the first time, my boss requested me to accompany her on her business trip in Pangasinan for two days.I know that my husband hated taking care of the house alone with our children but I didn't hesitated accepting this opportunity. I have always loved travelling. Much when you will be paid to do it. It was my frustration to work as a flight stewardess way back. I thought that it could be

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It's been quite a while that I have been pondering if I will share my "unexplainable experience" of an encounter with my dad who just recently passed away here in my blog. But I keep on telling myself that is something personal and besides I am not sure if people will believe me. But then, it is always relieving to share stories like this.Four days after the death of my dad one of our neighbor

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I have never took a plane ride in my life. Not because I cannot afford one (probably maybe :-) but simply because I am afraid.Everytime I would go to Cebu, Boracay or fvisit my riends in the provinces I have never opted to buying plane tickets no matter how much I am pressed with time I always end up braving hours of bus ride and ferry ride. I have fears of flying. I am not ashamed because

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I remember as a kid our parents often told us on the importance of valuing each grain of rice we find in our plate. We cannot leave the table not unless we finish off the rice served on our plate.Our grandparents have rice plantation in the Visayas and they knew how hard it is to cultivate this most important grain in our daily lives. It is true that rice occupies an important statut in our

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