Monday, December 21, 2009
Bagoong Club
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Dezato Mochi
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Savory's Big Chicken Chop
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Flash Your Age at Shangri-la Heat - a Birthday Promo
Friday, June 12, 2009
Pho Hoa Tomas Morato
As our vehicle approached the place, we noticed that at the corner stood Congo Grill, in the place where Don Henrico's used to be. Beside it is Pho Hoa, in its old location.
The newly renovated Pho Hoa seemed well-lit and clean from outside. It even looked a bit sosyal, my sister said. I immediately regretted not bringing a jacket, predicting that it would be quite cold inside. It was, after all, just renovated.
When we entered the resto, we weren't greeted by the cold air I was expecting. It might even be warm for some people. But we didn't really mind. In fact, we've experienced warmer temps in the old Pho Hoa where the airconditioning was oftentimes not enough. After being directed to a table, we sat down and surveyed the place.
There was a definite improvement. The counter was bigger and more visible. The tables were spaced further apart. The downside is that the seating capacity seemed less than before, which could be bad news for Pho Hoa patrons. Prior to renovation, we've had to wait for seats on occasion. And on one instance, just left after waiting by the door, unable to get any waiter's attention. But that was more because of the poor service than the lack of seats.
As we looked around, we spotted flies going about but paid no mind. We noticed the lack of air curtain, which might have prevented flies entering everytime the door opened. However, this became an issue when our food was served. It's hard to enjoy the food when you have to be on the lookout for flies while eating. The proverbial straw really was the fly in my glass of water, which came to my attention after just taking a drink. In the waiter's defense, we knew the fly wasn't there when the water was served. It probably just fell into my glass. So we didn't make a fuss and just told him about our issue with the flies and our suggestion for the owner. But I felt queasy, not knowing if the fly fell into my glass before or after I took one last sip. My sister voiced out my exact thoughts. "We are so not coming back here."
The old Pho Hoa had its share of problems, poor service at times, airconditioner not functioning properly. Despite the problems, we always went back because we loved the food. You could say that we were loyal patrons. But loyalty has a limit, and until the fly problem of the new Pho Hoa is solved, we would just have to be loyal patrons someplace else.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
One...two...let's stop at two
When I created my blog a year ago, the question was whether I would be able to maintain it. The smattering of posts between then and now clearly shows that I couldn’t. I felt the desire to write again a week ago. Ironically, it's a time when typing is the last thing I would want to do, as I don't have the full function of my right hand. They say that you won’t know what you’re missing until it’s gone. Right now, I’m really missing the use of my right hand.
Which brings me to my topic, what happened to my right hand? I never thought I’d say this, but I had another basketball-related injury. Yes, another. Not counting minor injuries like sprains, fingers getting hit by the ball (natinidor or nakorbo in Filipino sports jargon), this is my second major injury. That's a lot for someone who isn't a real player.
So what was my first? About a decade ago, basketball games with family and friends were regular Sunday events. One unfortunate Sunday, I got elbowed in my left eyebrow by a teammate coming off a rebound. It took 4 stitches to fix me up. And to this day, I still have the scar and half an eyebrow to remind me of that incident.
Fast forward to April 3, 2009, to a regular Friday night’s basketball game with fellow alumni …
The 3rd set had barely begun. The ball was tapped from a jump ball. I saw it going towards an area near me. I reached for it, then bam! The ball hit my right pinky. I felt something odd and looked down. My pinky had gotten dislocated at the 2nd segment and instead of a straight line, it now formed the shape of a greater than symbol “>”. The top part seemed to be at a weird angle as well. Without thinking, using my left hand I quickly attempted to pop the dislocated pinky back in place. It seemed to work. However, the pain penetrated whatever numbness I must have felt. My pinky was also starting to swell. I sat down while people around me scrambled to fashion a splint from a piece of wood they found lying around. Others chastised me for not leaving the pinky alone. They feared I might have caused further injury to my finger. At this point, I started to see black spots and felt woozy and nauseated, and also thought I felt my stomach grumble. Whether it was due to the pain or hunger or both, I don’t know. But if it was hunger, it certainly was a weird time to be feeling it!
My sister, who was with me at the time, drove me to St. Luke’s ER. It was a good 30-40 mins. away by car but I chose it because of its proximity to our house. Plus, it was my preferred hospital. It turned out to be an unwise choice. In the more than 2.5 hours we spent in the ER, almost 2 hours were spent waiting to be given the reading of my x-ray results and for an ortho who never came. I was offered painkillers 2 hours after I arrived, only when my mom complained about it. The only saving grace for
We consulted an ortho on our own the next day for an official diagnosis, as the trip to St. Luke's ER had been so productive. The ortho confirmed the initial diagnosis at the ER, that my pinky and my ring finger both had hairline cracks. I don’t know if my ring finger got hit by the ball at the same time as my pinky or if it’s an old injury. After all, it’s been hit by the ball several times in the past. All I know is that it doesn’t hurt. One less painful digit works for me. Thankfully, a cast was unnecessary. With a “popsicle” stick and some Mueller tape, I was all set and ready to go.
The first injury alone was enough to last me a lifetime. And now I've had two. There's a Chinese saying that goes "It's incomplete if it doesn't make three." (Note: This is just my own loose translation.) The only thing I can do is cross my fingers and hope it's not true. Cross the fingers on my left hand that is. ;-)