you're chocolate. you're the old soul type, people feel that they have known you their entire life. many often open up to you for they view you as thoughtful and trustworthy. although people trust you, you have a hard time trusting them. you prefer to keep your feelings bottled up inside, or display them very quietly. it is alright to open up every once in a while.
which kind of candy are you?
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i will TRY to cook sinigang on sunday. i mentioned to my roommate that i have a recipe for sinigang (c/o thundercat), and she said that i should cook sinigang for our baon/dinner. me and my big mouth.
don't get me wrong. i would love to learn how to cook. it's just that i'm afraid of disappointing 9 hungry people with my cooking.
for all our sake's, please pray that my sinigang would at least be edible. ;)
i met him on my first day at the office. i had just landed a decent job after seven months of looking for one (i graduated that year). we were going to be batch mates in the web training (no, we didn't sign up to be superheroes). he was a tall chinese guy, fair-skinned and cute (yeah, all six of us in that batch were beautiful people :P ). and he looked rich. just the sort of person i have a natural aversion to. but since we were only a small group -- four guys and two girls – the six of us instinctively became fast friends.
through the years of our friendship, the misconceptions i had about him were easily rectified. though he is well-off (he still maintains he’s not rich), i found out that he is not snobbish. he is also playful most of the time. he can even be quite a pain in the neck occasionally when he is mischievous. one time, he pushed my not-so-ergonomic chair from my cube more than 5 feet across the office floor and left it there – with me still sitting on it! :P
he is also kind and good-hearted. whenever we have a get-together that would end really late, i can always count on him to deliver me “door-to-door”. what is so touching about it is that i lived very, very far from their home, so it is exceedingly inconvenient for him to do that. and yet, he does not complain. he’s always like that, going the extra mile when you need his help.
i’ve often wondered what my life would be like if i had an older brother. then God, in His infinite wisdom, answered me by blessing my life with his. and i no longer wonder, because now i know.
happy birthday, angel :)
other options which i think are promising:
if badminton is the thing in manila, here it's a different story. i haven't even seen a "real" badminton racket on sale in walmart and other shops (or maybe i just didn't look hard enough). instead, in preparation for swimsuit season, my officemates here have started to play tennis every week since last month. one of my officemates was even willing to give a tutorial for beginners.
so one windy afternoon when i had nothing better to do, i joined them for tennis class. our instructor was really patient, showing us how to warm-up, hold the racket, hit the ball, etc. i could hit the ball, but i couldn't hit it hard enough. my arm was too weak to send the ball flying over the net, and i could only use one hand to do the forehand :D the only consolation i have is that she says my backhand is good :) i think it was mainly because i could use both hands to do the backhand ;)
*sigh* i miss badminton :(
