“The day I was born I was born free and that is my Privilege.”

Maysa nga Domingo ti Setyembre
September 13, 2009, 2:01 pm
Filed under: Tabloid

It started out when I put a cup of oil into the pan. And while waiting for it to heaten up, I prepared the sauce mix for my adobo — poured soy sauce, vinegar, quartered onions, searched through our spices organizer for the bottle of whole peppercorns and laurel leaf and put some into the mixture, poured a cup of water, tasted it, and then set the pan on the stove after including in the porkchops. I saw a can of button mushrooms on our grocery cabinet and remembered the baby potatoes I bought last week. And suddenly the idea of putting them in my adobo as meat extenders got me excited.

At the time that I finished this up, I saw that the oil was already hot. The panicky me grabbed the sabas, peeled off three pieces and threw it into the heated oil. I then opened a bottle of muscovado sugar, as this is the only one available, placed two to three tablespoons on top of the bananas and started to constantly mixing it. It must be my first time to cook caramelized banana or the infamous Banana Cue. And that happened on the last Sunday of my 23rd year.  Oooohh, am I romanticizing everything?

Sleep came to me 2:00 a.m. last night, so I failed to wake up early to attend mass with my mother. My alarm instead woke me up around 8:00 a.m. “What will I do this day?” I asked myself. While thinking of an answer, I grabbed my phone placed on my bookshelf and read a text message from a friend greeting me a good morning. As much as I wanted to reply, I couldn’t, so I just played En Vogue’s Don’t Let Go thrice and sang my heart out.

Fast forward.

2:30 p.m., after a warm bath, I saw my phone blinked, indicating an unread message. My friends advised me that the UAAP Cheerdance Competition just started, one even tried to call me. Oh, yes, I remember about it lunch hour, but I do not know what’s the exact time it will be shown on TV. I opened the television, saw the dome filled with students from various schools. Knowing that half f it was occupied by my fellow UP-ians made me really excited. There I was in front of the television jumping while shouting “LABAN UP!!! UP FIGHT!!!” And it felt really good. We placed third, but still “Unibersidad ng Buhay Namin, UP, Ang Galing Mo!”

And to quote a friend: “UP Pep Squad: “What happens in Diliman, stays in Diliman.” Oh, yeah, I love the spirit, Yabang Pinoy!”


Wait, garlic in my adobo is missing, not too late to put some into it, though! Lucky!