Monday, November 12, 2012

Sunday was good, not great, just plain good

The sun set over another sleepy Sunday. The intersection was a good place to meet you.
I think I have many things to write about during the last weekend. The problem is I don't really remember much of what I wanted to write about or how I'd write them. Boo-fucking-hoo for not using the memo pad on my phone.

To get off, I've recently applied for a Tax Identification Number at the regional office near our place. It took me almost an hour to get to the office, nearly two hours in queue for the payments and another hour for transactions. The heat was unbelievable. It was like putting your head near the barbecue grill. Only the embers were not present. I found out that I have to file monthly, quarterly and yearly. Plus, I need to pay an additional percentage of my salary. The cheese just got sliced further. I think I'll be left with gossamer thin snips of pay.

Just finished painting the final coating for my Pa's bike. I decided to go for a flat black finish. Got the bars and handle post painted too. That was before I finished my driving practice. It was a success, I didn't hit anyone or anything on the way. My Pa gave out a sigh of relief.

Also got a sketch of my graduation picture from my uncle from the province. It was a charcoal sketch. It was  framed in cheap wood, you can still see the nails used to fasten the illustration board inside. It was nothing special at first glance. It looked cheap and badly done, really. But the thing is, it was done inside prison. My uncle is being detained until his arraignment. That was something to do even in my current status. I don't do special shit for relatives. Never have. That made the sketch special, heck, even I looked special on the portrait.

Lastly, I had success in cooking my first sinigang na ulo ng salmon (pink salmon, to be specific.) I cooked it in miso. It was good, not great, just plain good. My Ma also made turon but it looked like lumpia. It was good, not great as it is, just plain good. But due to the fact that my Ma made them for me, it was delicious. I ended up looking for it after dinner.

It was a simply fulfilling day, weekend. I didn't know why, exactly. It just felt good, not great, just plain good. I ended up missing my wee one, also dreamt of him all grown up by I managed to forgot what he looked like. And that made me glad. It would have been cheating if I got to remember.

8 comments:

  1. Your Sunday might just be plain good but, ehem, the way you wrote this entry -the technique, choice of words, the flow, hay. Its not just plain good. Nakakabaog sa swabe.

    O siya, halatang fan nako. Baka makita na lang kita next year sa Palanca niyan. :)

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    1. masyadong flattery na yan sir! Shet, palanca!

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  2. Agree ako kay ser Overthinker. Sa katunayan ay ginawan mo panga ng blog entry ang iyong "Sunday was good, not great, just plain good and simply fulfilling day". Hehe. Nice post ser :)

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    1. Salamat sir! Nahanap ko na ata ang formula ko sa pagsusulat!

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  3. naku problema ko rin na masyado akong naging makakalimutin ngayon: tipong may maiisusulat ako sana ako kaso na wala ng bigla at hindi ko na maalala.

    Sana ma share mo rin saamin yung sketch from uncle mo.

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    1. Di ba sir Inong? Napakabilis mawala ng gunita. Naks, di ko alam kung tama ang paggamit ko ng salitang yun.

      Sige sir, kukuhanan ko ng litrato haha at salamat sa pagbisita sa aking espasyo!

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  4. Ay nako gusto ko lang mag-react na ano bang masarap sa ulo ng salmon! Wala namang laman! Hindi ko maintindihan. Nagluto kasi minsan sa bahay ng sinigang sa miso tapos ulo ng salmon--nasan yung laman! Whaaaat!

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    1. Hayaan mo pre, magluluto ako nun minsan at iimbitahan kita. Ako kasi ang namalengke nung araw na yun kaya nakapili ako ng mga matabang ulo ng salmon.

      Baka naman nadurog lang yung laman at humalo sa sabaw? Twice blended pink salmon head frappuccino?

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