OtW: Movies and Besties

movie marathon mode

steamed okra and ampalaya

group movie date, eve of father’s day

It’s been a while since I last saw S, one of my girl best friends, so Dins and I were happy to have spent some quality time with her. We missed U and especially H but hopefully before the year-ends, us five ladies can spend some great time together.

We love S’ ampalaya dish and she happily cooked for us Friday night. S, Dins, I, and Ansaw had a few drinks over at Crystal Ship and then forced S to jam with the singer/guitarist.

Saturday was movie marathon day and I made Kung Pao Chicken Pasta for the first time. Kung Pao sauce was bought from the grocery so I just had to cut up some chicken breast fillet and add nuts, easy peasy.

Sunday was a simple date day with just the girls, Dins and S. Just catching up.

That’s it for last week. This weekend, I’m looking forward to a date night with two of my college friends, a show from the Filipino Tenors, and a fun run on Sunday. The weather’s been crazy this week but I’ll never cease hoping for sunnier weekends.

Let’s all stay silly and happy! xoxo

Bullied by siblings

{Title is beyond exaggeration}

Siblings

I have eight older siblings. Seven are biological half-siblings from mom’s side and one is biologically a full-cousin from mom’s side. So add six more people to the photo above to make nine.

Anyway, that sort of clarification is always meant for the curious people. For the ones who ask how come we are siblings when we have different last names. I have been asked that gazillion times ever since kindergarten so might as well get that fact across.

Mom had seven kids, was widowed, and then remarried. I’m the plus one from the second marriage, the youngest in our brood of nine. By the way, of the eight it’s six bros and two sisses. In my part of this world, older bros are called kuya and older sisters are called ate. That commonly applies to older in-laws and cousins. When in Bacolod, we call kuyas as manongs and ates as manangs. Cousin-sibling was taken in by mom when she was still a baby. She’s my Ate, a fabulous baker and strict teacher of domestic chores!

Come to think of it, I like sharing these quirky facts about my family. I like it that we’re really half but we’re actually full. You get what I mean. Though, we no longer live in close proximity with each other and not everyone is proficient with the use of technology we still manage to keep in touch and try to have an-almost-complete gathering at least once year.

Today, I got a handful of messages from an email exchange with the other ate and a kuya and his wife. Maybe in the not so distant future I could share more details about the conversation that transpired. But the short of it was that I got bullied into do something I would have made some lame excuse not to do.

Sometimes life is just like that for the youngest sibling. pfffftttt!

cute sibling graphic but totally unrelated to the story*

Back to the story, ate was the requesting party and the couple was the recipient of the request.

My sis-in-law bailed out by deftly passing the job to me through some sort of compliment worthy of an ego boost.

Kuya made a reply with a summary of points and conveniently excused himself to get back to work with a promise of a draft afterwards.

Then ate, ever persistent, asks for a finished output.

Kuya responds a one-liner: try to call Cessie, or will try to finish tonight.

Ate responds with one-liner, too: Yehey! Thanks! :)

Hours later, kuya replies.

“Cessie, I was not able to make it. Please do it. I had to do OT. Consider it as help for your ate. Good night. Thank you.” (implied translation from Hiligaynon-English)

I was asleep when they had that conversation. But I still ended up doing it.

Kuya just sent a reply. He says I’m “Super Brilliant” coupled with an I love you and a brotherly reminder to ate.

Yeah, whatever brother! :p

Disclaimer: This article is not in anyway meant to sow sibling discord. It’s meant to be taken as a funny, silly read about sibling relationships. Especially treatment of the older siblings to the younger ones. pfffttt! Which brings to mind another sibling story I’ll share next time. Here’s a peg of how that story went.

ate plays doctor to cessie, sheesh

All photos in this post are not mine. Click on photo for link to source and for * here’s the photo credit link. 

Sibling reads:

Rice Soup and rainy days

Arroz Caldo is one of those soups which has many names and variations. In Bacolod, we call it arroz caldo. There used to be an arroz caldohan (eatery serving just arroz caldo) in Bacolod which provides its customer with several options. Is it plain arroz caldo or does it go with chicken, native chicken, hard boiled egg, or a combination of those ingredients? I don’t remember if they had the goto option (don’t know how best to translate this one). Arroz caldo is called lugaw in Manila and in chinese eateries it’s called congee.

Side note: Lugaw in Bacolod means guinataan when in Manila. Yes, it’s confusing that way. Lugaw/guinataan is another delish merienda that deserves a separate talk.  

If I have a fave soup list, arroz caldo will be on top of it. Batchoy, if it’s a soup (wiki says yes it’s a type of noodle soup), will come have to come in a close second. Third is seafood pumpkin soup.

I like my soup or any hot beverage served scalding hot, if possible. Unlike some people I know who prefer to let anything hot sit for a couple of minutes before they consume it.

This afternoon’s merienda was a cheap yet flavorful arroz caldo with egg and goto. Thanks to our colleagues who typically ask if we want to have something for merienda.

Anything hot is always perfect for wet, rainy days.

Here goes more soup.