Balaynon

If "balaynon" means staying home at somebody else's place, then I am it. Despite the clouds foreboding of heavy rains, I still got on the earliest bus available after my Saturday class on my way to the big city from some pampering activity with Diana. The rain fell with pent up fury just a few seconds after I alit at Tangub. It was more than 15 minutes after I arrived when I finally spied Diana's car rounding the bend.

Our first stop was Salon Therapeutic for some painful hair removal process. The result was to my satisfaction and I plan to return for the same service a month from now. I might try some body scrub as well while at it.

Next stop was collecting Nic from Bel-air for his monthly shot to prevent rheumatic heart (which will continue until adulthood) as a result of his frequent tonsilitis since infancy. OPD at Riverside was so frigid. I stayed long enough to hold Nic's legs as the nurse administered the medicine.

As a treat, we went to Masskara (just behind the triangle) for dinner before I settled for the night at Casa Mait where I did the impossible. I alit at Munsterrific to pick up some toiletries and ice cream before deciding to walk through the darkened streets as PUJ were already scarce (it was already 9ish in the evening).

There were only Mimi (with her new phone) and Jedyl at home. Waiting to be sampled was suman which is a tad early for the All Saint's Day.

When Jocelyn came home from work, she came into the room and cried over the loss of Autumn which sale was her very own idea. She was aghast at the makeshift room that the new owners made for the pup outside of the main house. It was funny. She is adamant on pooling some amount to get Autumn back.

Kaneshige Farm

A farm girl by heart, an opportunity of visiting a farm which I heard so much about is something that cannot be put off. However odd, I saw myself up and about even before the alarm I set went off. Summer reportedly just woke up so I still had the time to walk up to sister's house and have some "ibos" to tide me through until breakfast.

I walked most of the way in as I felt more safe on foot than being inside a trike which had to pass an impossibly stony road. It was less than a kilometer long and it allowed me to explore a bit of the obviously less loved farm. Apparently, I had come at a wrong time.

The corn near the Vermiculture (which needs some serious watering) shed is still some months away from harvest time. Across the road from it is a lot that sports some fresh furrows.

We passed by the farm manager's house on our way in. The detour gave me a glimpse of the water source which is just a small creek from which water is siphoned by a small pump.

My tour and education of the farm was incomplete though. The biogas as well as the water treatment process which I am so interested about was not explained to my satisfaction. Suffice to say that the effluent from the piggery wash water, save for the color, was odorless, free of sediments and safe to drink (I did not try though, whether to confirm or refute their claim). It is being reused as drinking water of the resident livestock (of which this cute colt is a member of). That is beside the fact that the only significant smell at the piggery is that of the feeds.

The visit merits a repeat, with the hope of meeting the consultant and have a nice chemical engineering chat.

Adieu, Bjork!

According to tatay, we had Bjork first in 2012 which makes him 12 years old to date or in cat years, 86.

  

After battling with chronic cold, he finally succumb to old age at 4 PM. Early in the morning, Princess found his bowl untouched while mom found her not far from the house, swarmed by red ants. Ever the nurse, mom got him cleaned up and wrapped in some old clothes together with a hot water bottle to warm him. Feeding him was quite a challenge but the nurse was relentless and found some old dropper for the milk she prepared. Bjork managed to swallow three mouthfuls before he wheezed and flipped over. Then, he was gone.

He is sorely missed. Even Prince who always make his way to the kitchen to  bark at Bjork seem to wonder at the feline's absence.

Twisted

It has been a while since McDonald's made their twister fries available so my memory of how it actually tasted was fairly vague. However, sis talked of nothing else for days but on getting her hands into one. Her enthusiasm was so contagious I couldn't think of anything else when I scheduled a trip for Bills Payment.

I was still waiting for my number to be called when sis reported she was already having one for lunch. Getting one for myself seems light years away especially that the boss is planning to join me for a very late lunch. It was already almost 2PM when arrived at the Circumferential Road. Instead of getting Shawarma, she brought me to Sanders where the seats are comfortable and the table at the corner was somehow private, a perfect area for us to have our little girl talk.

Chicken pesto and some cheese sticks had me comfortably happy while waiting for her to complete some personal errands which lasted until almost dark. She invited me to go with her to Silay for her brother's birthday dinner a few minutes before she got wind of the news of their car battery showing sparks as Taz cruised through the highway near Ayala.

Thinking that the trip was off, I bid adieu. Planning on bringing home some pancit from Apollo, I decided to wait across the street and get my twister fries. That I did and wound up joining Junrey and Ms. Lanie's table.

Verdict: I prefer the regular fries over them twisties :)