Riki just received his first paycheck from his new job. He had been irking me for months to try out this Brazilian Barbeque restaurant in Rockwell (he is a barbeque addict). So finally, last Friday night we tried it out. They only serve buffet, main attraction being the varieties of barbeques served (and sliced) straight in your table. So we tried it all – barbequed pork spareribs, beef hanging tender, lamb, squid, (brazilian?) sausage, atsutsu atsutsu, even barbequed pineapple and banana. The last two were my only favorites (and yeah well…the sausage too).
I’ve always preferred my food well done. So I did not enjoy all the barbequed meat that much. The lamb slice I had still has blood oozing from it. Eeewww. I just took a (small) bite of it, chew it for sometime and spit it out afterwards (similar to what you do during wine-tasting). But I did try all the variants (in very small servings), just to complete my experience.
Hubby on the other hand, finished all the big slices served to him. He must have loved it. When I asked him how it was, he just said…”well, me DISTINCT taste sya.”
Distinct is the adjective we associate with nouns to avoid being outright cruel. Like, your breath has a distinct smell early in the morning.
I guess Brazilian barbeque is just not our thing. Pinoy and American barbeques pa rin!
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An hour after I was already comfortably snuggled in my sofa alone, watching the latter part of Bowling for Columbine in AXN (I find Michael Moore more amusing though in Fahrenheit 9/11 by the way). Riki went out for a while to meet his business partner.
Suddenly, I felt my couch moved. Not sideways mind you, but vertically. Huh?! I do not have vertigo, so WTF is happening. And then I felt the walls swaying, heard the windowsills creaking. Oh my God, it’s an earthquake!!!
I have read so many articles in the past about how to react and what to do during such a fortuitous event. At that very moment, I can’t recall any of it, except the three words – Triangle of Life. So I grabbed my cellphone and ran towards the main door and stayed there. I was so scared, I had difficulty dialing Riki’s number. The building is still swaying madly. When I got connected and heard his voice, I started crying. “Beybi, me earthquake!!! And di pa sya nag-sto-stop….Beyyybbbbiiiiiiiiii……….huhuhu”. Riki was trying to pacify me, told me to get out of there and into the other unit (our agent/neighbor), but I just can’t do anything. I was scared to death to go anywhere. The solid bedroom door was swaying like crazy.
During my lifetime, I have experienced so many earthquakes already. I still remember where I was during the 1991 deadly tremors. But I have never been so petrified as last Friday. The last earthquake I remember was during my dorm days. My roommate woke me up, told me there is an earthquake and we should get out of the room. I recall I just grabbed my comforter, placed it above my head and walked peacefully out of the room. I didn’t even think of getting my cellphone back then because I knew I will be back in my bed after 20 minutes or so.
So why was I so terrified during last Friday’s earthquake? Because it was the first time ever that I was all by myself during the tremors. Alone and 20 floors up a building. I guess it would be a different story if I was just on the ground floor and can easily go out to a safer place. I felt I was trapped. And the idea of dying alone (further aggravated by the fact that the most important person in my life is on the other end of the line) weakened me, unabling me to think straight.
After the initial shock (which is the longest minute or so of my life!), my senses came back (or so I thought) and I decided to get out of the building. There might be aftershocks. I cannot afford to experience that alone as well. I will die not because of the earthquake, but of heart attack. So I quickly slipped into my pants and ran out, and took the elevator going down (yes! I thought taking the stairs down will be more dangerous and time-inefficient). Tanga.
Luckily, the elevator landed me safely on the ground floor and out of the building. Almost all the tenants are outside already. When Riki arrived, he decided to take me away from there first, because I was still madly shaking and terrified of buildings. We drove around and ended up at The Fort, where there are wide open spaces. We only went back to the condo after an hour and after he had fully assured me that it is entirely safe already.
Riki later informed me that after the unfortunate events of 1991, all buildings and structures built in the country are now required to install “rollers” to be able to withstand the highest impact earthquakes, so that it will just sway with the tectonic movements and not collapsed. I checked on our building’s age. It is only five years old. Ok good. For now.
As of this writing, I am fully inclined to the option of a house and lot rather than a condo unit for our planned acquisition next year. I don’t care about the rollers.
I’ve always preferred my food well done. So I did not enjoy all the barbequed meat that much. The lamb slice I had still has blood oozing from it. Eeewww. I just took a (small) bite of it, chew it for sometime and spit it out afterwards (similar to what you do during wine-tasting). But I did try all the variants (in very small servings), just to complete my experience.
Hubby on the other hand, finished all the big slices served to him. He must have loved it. When I asked him how it was, he just said…”well, me DISTINCT taste sya.”
Distinct is the adjective we associate with nouns to avoid being outright cruel. Like, your breath has a distinct smell early in the morning.
I guess Brazilian barbeque is just not our thing. Pinoy and American barbeques pa rin!
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An hour after I was already comfortably snuggled in my sofa alone, watching the latter part of Bowling for Columbine in AXN (I find Michael Moore more amusing though in Fahrenheit 9/11 by the way). Riki went out for a while to meet his business partner.
Suddenly, I felt my couch moved. Not sideways mind you, but vertically. Huh?! I do not have vertigo, so WTF is happening. And then I felt the walls swaying, heard the windowsills creaking. Oh my God, it’s an earthquake!!!
I have read so many articles in the past about how to react and what to do during such a fortuitous event. At that very moment, I can’t recall any of it, except the three words – Triangle of Life. So I grabbed my cellphone and ran towards the main door and stayed there. I was so scared, I had difficulty dialing Riki’s number. The building is still swaying madly. When I got connected and heard his voice, I started crying. “Beybi, me earthquake!!! And di pa sya nag-sto-stop….Beyyybbbbiiiiiiiiii……….huhuhu”. Riki was trying to pacify me, told me to get out of there and into the other unit (our agent/neighbor), but I just can’t do anything. I was scared to death to go anywhere. The solid bedroom door was swaying like crazy.
During my lifetime, I have experienced so many earthquakes already. I still remember where I was during the 1991 deadly tremors. But I have never been so petrified as last Friday. The last earthquake I remember was during my dorm days. My roommate woke me up, told me there is an earthquake and we should get out of the room. I recall I just grabbed my comforter, placed it above my head and walked peacefully out of the room. I didn’t even think of getting my cellphone back then because I knew I will be back in my bed after 20 minutes or so.
So why was I so terrified during last Friday’s earthquake? Because it was the first time ever that I was all by myself during the tremors. Alone and 20 floors up a building. I guess it would be a different story if I was just on the ground floor and can easily go out to a safer place. I felt I was trapped. And the idea of dying alone (further aggravated by the fact that the most important person in my life is on the other end of the line) weakened me, unabling me to think straight.
After the initial shock (which is the longest minute or so of my life!), my senses came back (or so I thought) and I decided to get out of the building. There might be aftershocks. I cannot afford to experience that alone as well. I will die not because of the earthquake, but of heart attack. So I quickly slipped into my pants and ran out, and took the elevator going down (yes! I thought taking the stairs down will be more dangerous and time-inefficient). Tanga.
Luckily, the elevator landed me safely on the ground floor and out of the building. Almost all the tenants are outside already. When Riki arrived, he decided to take me away from there first, because I was still madly shaking and terrified of buildings. We drove around and ended up at The Fort, where there are wide open spaces. We only went back to the condo after an hour and after he had fully assured me that it is entirely safe already.
Riki later informed me that after the unfortunate events of 1991, all buildings and structures built in the country are now required to install “rollers” to be able to withstand the highest impact earthquakes, so that it will just sway with the tectonic movements and not collapsed. I checked on our building’s age. It is only five years old. Ok good. For now.
As of this writing, I am fully inclined to the option of a house and lot rather than a condo unit for our planned acquisition next year. I don’t care about the rollers.
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speaking of 3 Sisters....sobra na kaming addict sa pancit variants dun....twice a week, dinner namin is always from there...hehehe! thanks for the recommendation! :D
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