Monday, June 6, 2011

MOCHI MOCHI Anone!

Traditional mochi is a Japanese rice cake made with glutinous rice. Polished glutinous rice is washed then cooked, after which, it’s pounded to make the pliable, moldable mochi. A special kind of mochi called daifuku has various sweet fillings, like anko (red bean paste). It is then rolled into a soft ball, then dusted with cornstarch so they won’t stick. 

 I have been a fan of mochi since I started obsessing with froyos (frozen yogurt). I would always have almond mochi or strawberry mochi as topping for my froyo. It was just recently that I started to eat the real thing. I was in Binondo, Manila when I first saw a rack full of flavored mochi goodness! I started with ube, mocha and banana at first. Then with the pandan and chocolate varieties. Later on, melon and choco-orange mochis were also at hand at the Eng Bee Tin shop. I was in love with the ube and chocolate mochi.

I also got to try Polland's own version of mochi and it was ok too. My bestfriend Mia, who was also a fan of the chewy goodness that's mochi, always gets a pack or two from me when she was still working in Makati. But now that she's been out there in QC, I buy mochi only for me. I have also tried their mochipia, which is a genius combination of mochi and the all-time favorite hopia.

 My boss knew of my obsession with mochi, and so from her recent trip to Taiwan, she brought me this:

I can't wait to try this!
*giggles*

Friday, June 3, 2011

BITTERSWEET

I was given a copy of the book, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.

I was hesitant at first because the book has no recall whatsoever, aside from the fact that it has been materialized in a movie in 2009.

I have the right to hold judgment as I have bought random books that turned out to be a waste of time and money. Horrible finds.

But then I gave it a try, and boy I made a right decision. It was an awesome read.

I just finished reading the book last night and the euphoria of how I managed to get through this melodramatic book still hugs me like a mother does to her child. It was hard to find the right words to explain the whole book and yet, it came to my head swiftly. BITTERSWEET.

Susie Salmon is fourteen then when she was raped and murdered by the most unlikely suspect in their neighborhood. With the end to her life is the beginning for her family and the people around her. The whole family; Jack, Abigail, Lyndsey, Buckley and even Grandma Lynn as well as two people she has last made connection with on Earth; Ray and Ruth.

To her, watching their every struggle to move on from her death and finding happiness eventually was both bitter and sweet. For in their sadness, she felt missed and in their happiness, she has been missed.

Susie was just starting to live her dreams when a man took it away from her. The only refuge to her desperation is seeing Lyndsey grow better in time. Sisters do quarrel a lot. They seek attention; they compete on anything especially for the affection of their parents. But no matter how hard they pull each other’s hair, or say the harshest words at each other, sisters have a special bond that even your bestest friend cannot give.

The way Susie watched over Lyndsey and how proud she felt for her, breaks the barriers of their sisterhood rivalry. Susie might have been stuck on her 14 year old self, but her heart and her head grew to a woman, to the big sister she’s supposed to be.

Being apart makes love grow deeper. This was true in the case of Jack and Abigail, Susie's parents. I guess their fallout was not entirely caused by Susie's death. It was in the intent to break out from the routine of their family ties with Abigail, and Jack's intent to keep everything to a whole new routine. It's in these intentions that they collided and sought refuge in someone else. Len and her dreams for Abigail, and their kids for Jack.

It may have ended nicely for them, but I am still unconvinced with Abigail, because if not for Jack's heart failure, will she ever return to her family?

And who says young love doesn't last? I am dumbfounded by Sam Heckler's eternal love for Lyndsey. He and his brother, Hal, has been a great help to the Salmons. I could not wait to find such great men in my life. :P

Sam had to endure college for Lyndsey. That really sealed the deal with them. As for Ray and Susie, time and separation is nothing to their love. Years after Susie's death and they still yearn for each other. Though Ruth has been a great friend for Ray, his heart never forgot the girl that she wanted to be the "moor" for. 

I found Buckley to be such a sweet kid, and I feel the pain in his innocence to deal with Susie's death and their mother's departure. And I feel for him as well after seeing his mother who has abandoned them for eight years. 

Grandma Lynn served to be the calming force in the family, amidst her loud statements and vague views in life. I actually liked her.

As for George Harvey, the murderer, every serial killer has a mental incapacity or emotional tortures from the past that are too hard to bear. Watching CSI made me realize that not all serial killers are just psychos and bloodthirsty individuals. They sometimes have a story to tell or a mistake to realize. Their satisfaction will never be enough, hence their serial crimes. He is a sick man though. 

It may seem like a typical family story, but nothing is typical with a family story seen through and narrated from a dead girl in her own heaven.

Now that is another topic.


Monday, May 30, 2011

The basketball gods must hate me.

It wasn't my year. I just knew it.

Wait, it wasn't my year in basketball.

Ginebra lost to Talk n' Text at the Finals and the Lakers bowed to Dallas, earlier than expected.

It's enough that one of my hated teams won and painstakingly beat my team in PBA, but come on. MIAMI HEAT going to the FINALS?! The basketball gods must hate me.

It wasn't just then that I bashed "King" James also known as LBJ (can't have his name printed here.NOPE.) And now, I'm about to eat my words. Or not.

In a miraculous turn of events, the Miami Heat and Dallas Mavericks are heading to an NBA Finals collision of some sort. That, after betting that Chicago Bulls and Oklahoma City Thunder will be the ones battling it out. A younger team with Derrick Rose and Kevin Durant. Come on! That's like the youngest rivalry in years now.

Or maybe I'm just a bitter fan. A bitter LA Lakers fan who was disappointed and scared that LBJ has a clear shot to get a ring, and even the Finals MVP title to boot.

What's worse is that I am no fan of the Mavs. I can't root on some team that I barely know the players, save for Dirk Nowitzki, Jason Terry and Jason Kidd. While I was a fan of Jason Kidd, it seems that it's not enough to go with Dallas.

And now the worst, I am betting my shoulder-grazing feather earrings that the Miami Heat will win this one. I admit, I loved D-Wade, but since his partnership with LBJ, he was kind of a collateral damage. Suffice to say, the Bosh-Wade-James trio really made a whole lot of difference to the team. That, with the guidance of Fil-Am coach Erik Spoelstra.

So YES, I am rooting for Miami Heat.
1.) because of my former love for D-Wade
2.) because of the teamwork they built regardless of their "superstar" status and
3.) because of Pinoy pride.

But let me get this straight -  I am rooting for Miami Heat as a team with the better chance at winning the Finals, but I am still not rooting for LBJ or whoever he thinks he will be after this Finals series.


Gahd, the *bitter* truth hurts.

The WORKING COMMITTEE.

So yeah, there was a little outpour that I called out as a "blessing" last Staurday.
Still, the fun run pushed through and who's the happiest of all?

THE WORKING COMMITTEE of course!


It was worth the rain shower!
Screw that - it was all worth it. :)

I am my father's DOUBT-er.


I have always been confident of the future.
Of what lies ahead for me. Of what and where I wanted to be.

But lately, I’ve been tumbling down. Losing focus. Questioning myself. Doubting.

Will I ever reach that goal? Am I destined for such happiness?

Whatever confidence I had before, it all came crashing down in front of me. I’ve always been hopeful and dreamy and cheerful. But I don’t know what I am now. I’m afraid to take the next step. I am crowded with emotions.

Most of all, I fear.

The past few days, and even months, were crazy. Literally. One thing I learned from it though is that LOVE, in all its glory and universality, changes the game. It can destroy or improve your game plan. It can change your life forever.

Here I am tumbling down. Losing focus. Questioning myself. Doubting.

Or maybe, maybe I’m just tired…and hurting.