i wish i could afford to start this “spoil-day friday” idea on my head.
and, no, it’s not about which leftovers spoiled over the week. plan is to starve myself to death but spoil myself on a friday. 😀 hahaha…
anyway, i got a large SBC Banana Caramel Javakula today. took it out for a spin on my way to work and it perked me up from the moment the wonderful concoction hit my lips after passing through the long scarlet cylindrical apparatus we fondly call a straw. LOL. (nagpapanggap na sosyal at henyo)
anyway, i tasted it and it was fine. it tasted a bit too artificial for me. i know how a banana should taste but that wasn’t the point of this beverage in my case. it was there to make me happy. [but i did expect the ‘twist’ because of the banana.]
so, did it make me happy?
it might not be the coffee. i think i should’ve added an extra shot. it wasn’t the ice. it wasn’t the non-existent banana (then why mention the banana at al!! pft!). it was the shredded chocolate and the sugar and the cream with caramel — looks like the basic things that are already good in the first place.
lesson for the first spoil-day friday — stick to the basics. i guess. i’m happy now. 🙂
But how much more are you, [UP students and alumni] Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your [university] nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.
If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
-J.K. Rowling, Harvard 2008
read the full Commencement Address here. You can find it in youtube, too.
I just see how one from UP could be given the privilege and burden of having such a big influence on the government and how it could overflow to affect policies that could very well reach the people whom they owe their education to. (please correct my grammar). remember the oblation. mahiya ka kung hindi mo alam ibig sabihin ng Oblation — or ni Oble — kung tiga-UP ka.
i hope we don’t stop at imagination. let’s transform these ‘dreams’ and imagined things into action. stop the apathy, UP.
nung linggo, nabinyagan na finally ang anak ng pinsan kong si ate daisy. 🙂 di ko alam ang pangalan talaga pero sa mga naririnig ko eh “the 3rd” na daw siya… so malamang Emmanuel pangalan niya. di ko pa din alam apelyido. LOL
anyway, pumunta kami sa Bale Capampangan in Dolores, City of San Fernando after the christening sa parish church sa amin. sayang di ako nakapag-picture picture ng madami sa loob pero the place was really nice. i loved the lighting, the arrangement of the furniture, the interiors, how the main restaurant is separate from the function rooms/halls they had, and the food — distinctly kapampangan! they served betuteng tugak (stuffed frog) and camaru at the restaurant… but not at the reception! awwww… 😦
sa reception, a safer menu was had. sort of lemon chicken (maasim kasi) and hamonado and lumpiang ubod and somesort of vegetable salad with shrimp. di ko na natanong kung ano yun. basta cute ung lalagyan niya kasi heart-shaped. 🙂 at siyempre, to cap-off the meal, leche flan!!! haaay.. ang sarap kumain!!!
with a sampling of the food they serve, and yung tuksong kumain ulit ng native kapamapangan food, i will want to bring A there one time for an evening affair.